That Which I Do...

Forgive me Lord for not hitting my knees
And instead turning only to me
My pride and attempts at being the one
To solve problems in self-sufficiency

Only make it harder to live each day -
With ever-changing rules
Trying to solve every person's troubles
And finding myself such a fool

But You are the rest for all weary
You are the king of my heart
And You are anxiously waiting
For me to finally start

Trusting you with my tomorrows
Trusting you to be the Master
Learning to simply be your clay
Not rushing the days on faster

But living instead with humility
For I have nothing to boast of at all
Except for you, my Lord Jesus Christ
My Creator who bore man's fall

And yes, You can bear it all
My Father, the Lord of all