So slowly it slipped through my fingers
And all I could do was watch
Unfortunately it's what I wanted
Now my hope is lowered another notch.
I still didn't want this to happen
But all seems to have slipped away
So I'm broken and squandered unwanting
I think night is breaking in on my day.
Really, what is there to try for?
Yes, divine sovereignty has its place.
But if that's all there is, and I don't know what is,
What is the quality of the throne of grace?
I'm so disturbed at the desires of self
But I find fulfillment in no other thought
Still I know I'm a new creation
But I know I can't be who I am not.
Oh God, how I need your help
Impliment more than my mind!
I can't be left on my own, for myself I disown
-I am part of the totally depraved Mankind.
. . . I can't be who I'm not.
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