Roaming about the earth,
thoughts racing through my mind.
The days to pass so quickly,
in desparation to rewind.

The trials You place before me,
decisions I must make.
Will it be the right one,
or a grave mistake.

I second guess my actions,
not sure just when to speak.
Not worthy of Your love,
my humaness so weak.

Take this broken vessel,
mold it with Your hands.
Fill it with Your Spirit,
I need You in this land.