I’m restive
Nervous about tomorrow
The future seems bleak
Lord help my weary restless soul
I’ve gone through enough as it is
I feel like everything that I cherish is slipping into an unknown abyss

The Good book says that you cannot be given more than you can handle
But to the horizon seems bleak and my soul cannot help but grumble
I cannot help but feel that I’m paying for sins committed by my ancestors
I cannot help but feel that my life is like a wound that continues to fester
I know your out there listening watching and even pitying
Give me just 5% of your grace so I may come out of this wilderness that is my life

You have a big heart because you took it upon yourself to give us your son
Who died on a cross so that the whole world would not incur your wrath
You were beaten dragged with a heavy wooden cross
With your kidneys failing
And nailed to a cross and just before dying forgave a thief of his sins
Im asking from the bottom of my soul that you take this cup from me