I ask Thee for thy help this night,
My strength I fear is failing.
My life, it travels of its own accord;
My will, in turn, left trailing.
In my mind’s eye, I see my paths,
And know which I must follow.
However, it seems, I struggle along
A path which leads only to sorrow.
In earnest I fight to right my course
With goals I long to obtain.
Yet with every step forward, I fall
And lie crying in my dismay.
I ask Thee not Lord, for my dreams
to come true,
For I know I must do this myself.
I ask Thee Lord, to assist me along,
And guide me through my doubts.