Lord, if I’m being honest
I’m starting to doubt what you promised
I feel I’ve been fishing all night
Yet nothing still seems to go right

The tension is too great to bear
When nobody else dares to care
About what I (or You) want
Or those silent dangers that haunt

But maybe that’s really the point
Of how You train those you anoint
I won’t gain the power of the cross
Til I grieve this world as my loss

So I’ll learn to swallow my pride
And seek fish on the Other Side
Impossible tasks I’ll construe
As narrow paths leading to You