My Disposition
Spasms of anger and of sorrow
Dreading tomorrow more than today
I do make attempts to follow
But I can't best my shallow faith
Apprehension, and misgivings
The bitterness and gall that I'm living
What if, what then
Was it all for not in the end
Preconceived notions of how it should be
Have left me calloused and broken and in misery
Comparison has robbed me of joy
The devil's arrows have pierced my vitals
Instill in me solid identity
Bring this soul revival
I'm breathing out the stress, and breathing in your presence
I have no other guide when the air around is hectic
I know your words are true and your love will never perish
I will not be consumed; I will not become faithless
I'll take any healing you're willing to offer
If it's not your will then I'll take your strength
When I am broken and my life is shattered
Then you pick me up, I rest in your grace
Writer/s: Jeffrey Woodson
