All these things I can’t control
So I’m knocking, knocking at your door
Have you been waiting at the doorstep?
As I surrender my need to surrender?
The answer is in my questions oh Lord.
You pursued me, because I wouldn’t have come on my own.
I’m praying for your fame, your glory, your honor. You know my path, my leaving and coming.
Press through my walls, hold my hand.
Let your holy wind push down and lift me up.
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