When I lift my hands to praise you, Lord, do you see the stains they carry?
I’ve turned my face from you, God, my faith it has grown weary.
Unable to seek you in times of loss; pain kept me from seeking your heart.
My God of love, mercy, and comfort, but my God I tried to outsmart.
Lord, I come to you now standing sweetly broken beneath this mountain.
Help me to have faith in you, God, Humility without my doubting.
For if this mountain you do not move, there is undoubtedly a reason.
Help me to trust in you blindly, Lord, through all of life’s seasons.
Humble me to seek your love and rest in your perfect timing.
I give my heart to you, dear God, solely for your perfect refining.
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