Sometimes I become so mild and timid
I think so less of myself and my abilities
And fear gets the best of me
By my own power I think I should conquer
And by my own thinking I think am set
But I find trouble infinite and humongous

‘You are the light of the world
A town built on a hill cannot be hidden’
But I think am a hut
Hidden in the lands yonder
Dilapidated, devoid of love and warmth

Sometimes I seek to do my will and not His
I always forget that
If He took me to it, He will lead me through it
Sometimes I overlook His sovereignty
And struggle to act on what is beyond me
Then I start to doubt Him and question my faith
Simply because I did not cast my burdens unto Him