My life is strange and confusing
Full of picking and choosing
I wish there were no decisions to make
No choices or problems for my sleep's sake
Long night after night I lay awake thinking
Of the chain of my life my Master is linking
Will it be long, or will it be short?
Will it be strait, or full of contort?
Will I be poor, or will I be healthy?
Will I be weak or remain healthy?
Will I be known full of honor and fame?
Or will I be forgotten with misery and shame?
Lord, take my life. Mold it to Your will.
It's not much to give, but I'm waiting here still.
Waiting for Your love to fix this vain
Life and finish linking my chain