Frustrations's Snare
Lord, I’m trying my best to hold on
To your Word and all within.
But frustration’s beating me down a bit
Trying to fill my head with sin.
"Look not at the things that are seen"
I'm trying to do what You said.
Sometimes that's easier said than done
When you have no funds or bread.
As I read the scriptures on and on
Depression’s on my tail.
Trying to say, “There is no God”
And therefore I will fail.
I hold on to your promises, Lord,
I cast my cares on Thee,
Knowing that it’s You one day
Who in time will save me.
You can beat me with frustration
And I’ll take it all in stride.
No matter what you do to me
I will love the Lord with pride.
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