I stir my cup and think of you;
It's just the little things that break me
But it's not right to hold you so tight;
I end up wrestling with God over you...
Whose hands are safer?
Who could steal you from His grip?
It separates the ocean,
with a brush so effortless...
There is nothing to worry about,
because who loves you more than Jesus?
So here again I find myself and everything I've ever loved,
at the foot of the cross with three nails
There is nothing to worry about,
because who loves you more than Jesus?
If I hold onto you, will I let go of Christ?
Will I end up denying Him in abundance of thrice?
Will I ened up in the end with less tan I started with?
When I surrender...