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What’s the point in praying

When I give to you control?

Have I finally reached the point

When I give to you control?

The blessedness of a winter

That has lost its covering

In you I place my trust

In you I place my fears

Let me walk through the river of dust

Overflowing with sinners’ tears

Stay awake and watch

Not my will, but yours be done.

I lift my arms, and

Into your arms I lift

My soul,

My life.

My children,

My wife.

I lift my arms, and

Into your arms I lift

My hopes,

my dreams.

My anger,

my enemies.

My fears,

my tears...

...And I walk away.

Stay awake and watch.