Here I go on
down the road of
twists and turns and bends.
You'd a thought I learned by now,
but here I go again.
It won't add a day to your life.
It sure won't help you sleep at night.
God I sure am tired of this fight.
Worry...
Why do I worry?
Why do I doubt thee?
What do I do it for?
I'm going to trust You,
and this time I mean it.
I'm going to leave it
at Your door.
All this fear...
it binds me up,
and ties me to the floor.
(Well I) wish I wouldn't answer
when it's knocking on the door.
Not a sparrow falls to the ground
that You don't turn your head to the sound.
Pick it up so sweet(ly) in Your hand(s).
Worry...
Why do I worry?
Why do I doubt thee?
What do I do it for?
I'm going to trust You,
and this time I mean it.
I'm going to leave it at Your door.
These words best be sinking in.
They're more than just a phrase.
Matthew wrote what Jesus spoke,
and that's a worn out page.
Worry...
Why do I worry?
Why do I doubt thee?
What do I do it for?
I'm going to trust You,
and this time I mean it.
I'm going to leave it
at your door.
I'm going to trust You,
and this time I mean it.
I'm going to leave it
at your door.