Making
Sense
The
new year came with rain
I
regrouped my to-dos
Avoided
the news
The
new year came with rain
My
work is cut out for me
My
calendar’s full
I
feel its strong pull
My
work is cut out for me
I
look to the Lord to make sense
He
clarifies my life
Gives
me freedom, not strife
I
look to the Lord to make sense
May
I be a conduit, Lord
Of
Your love and Your grace
As
I seek Your face
May
I be a conduit, Lord
I
lift my eyes to the hope
Your
promises in Christ
And
His great sacrifice
I
lift my eyes to the hope
I
praise You my Holy Trinity
You
are my everything
In You, I take wing
I praise You my Holy Trinity
You send the sunshine and rain
You provide for my needs
The sower and seeds
You send the sunshine and rain
The
new year came with rain
I
regrouped my to-dos
Avoided
the news
The
new year came with rain
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