Hope

How is it that You know
everything You do?
How is it, You find me beautiful
when my eyes are black and blue.
Too many punches from an iron fist,
How long till I'm able to stand,
How long till I can resist?
How long till perservence pays off?
How long till "I obey"
is the only given answer,
You ever hear me say?
Jesus in the desert,
satan tempted with his best.
Though hungry, tired and thirsty
Jesus passed His test.
I have no excuse to fail,
yet fail in fact I do.
It seems the things You say to me,
I don't believe they're true.
There has got to be release
of the chaos in my head.
There has got to be a turn around.
I can't be left for dead.
There has got to be a faith
hiding somwhere in my heart.
To believe the things you say to me,
Though this silence seems so dark.
I want to take You at your word.
I want faith to come!
Please give me grace to believe,
'till Your work in me is done.