Sorting thru the clutter of my mind,
Praying, That some sanity I will find.
Standing in awe of all that I see,
Wondering how i'll ever be free.

Looking at all the shattered pieces,
My heartache rapidly increases.
Maybe it would have been better if I,
Had buried it deep in my heart to die.

Is there a way my heart can be repaired,
And at the same time my soul be spared?
Then to my mind comes a voice so true,
It says "Jesus died to take this all from you!"

If I would just remember to let things go,
In my life the Holy Spirit could better flow.
I long to have Him in control of my life,
Oh to be free from this burdensome strife