It's the hardest thing to do, to raise our hands,
Our hearts and say we have to surrender.
We're not in control and we think we are.
We think we can have a certain predictability
To the everyday and in times of deepest confusion
We are thrown into the confession of not having any.
We are powerless and the prayer comes from our
Mouth for help, for comfort, for an anchor.
God responds, "I was always here waiting, my child"