Got up this morning to the wailing of my alarm clock
Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes seems harder to do than yesterday
It’s all this muddle mess of mixed up thoughts inside my brain
Which my sleep did little good to rearrange

Why does God seem further away this morning?
I know that it’s just me being fickle
Why can’t I take control of my emotion?

It seems like every time I find a place of rest
I get pushed back to the real world as soon I get comfortable
Sometimes I think I’d like to sit a while and just enjoy the view
But there’s too many things in me that still need work

Why does God seem further away this morning?
I know that it’s just me being fickle
Why can’t I take control of my emotion?

Why does God put up with such a moody lover?
I don’t know but I’m thankful that he does
How does He put up with me?
I’d be sick of me by now