One day I felt dead. So dead I could hardly move about.
I was tired and sore and afraid. I bowed my head and prayed.
I can struggle against what I can't control,
Or I can let go and let You take care.
It's kind of weird how life is spinning wild or resting calm.
I can't take it always, yet I simply have to, so I do.
Some times I can't hear, and then all I hear is so much noise.
Fear still tends to try to stop me, but I'll step on up.
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