On my knees tears falling from my eyes
Wanting to be held wanting someone to tell me
That it would be O.k.
Knowing there was a chance it wouldn't
I had bent my will and prayed
Not my Will but Yours
No matter what it was no matter how deep
The cut even though the flesh didn't want this
The flesh wanted to pray for protection
Everything to be alright with them both
I had to pray your will. And Praise you no matter
If it brought a sign of relief or tears of morning
I had to trust You and i know weather it was tears of Mourning
or Joy your will is better.