The Branch and the Clay

Lately I've been having trouble sleeping, so I pull out a notebook and write. A couple of nights ago, I wrote this (it's a song, but you don't have the tune, so just read it.)

Still:

Why? Why do I think that I can do this alone? You'd think by now I'd realize I can't. Stubbornly I cling to my independence and pride, refusing to try to let go.

But still you try to get through to me. The still small voice that echoes inside. And even though I cover my ears,I can hear you. It's hard to let go of this pride.

Why? Why do I only see flaws when I see me? Why can't I see you shining inside? Instead I hear the lies of the enemy. I can't get them out of my mind.

You're still trying to get through to me. The still small voice that echoes inside. As much as I want to see what you see, it's hard to stop hearing these lies.

Why? Why is life so hard for me? Even when you're right by my side. I'm stumbling constantly, even when you're with me. And I can't stop falling in this mud

I think you finally got through to me. The still small voice that echoes inside. And even though I'm lying facedown on uneven land, you're always there to grab my hand.

And you're the still small voice that echoes inside. And you're the hand that pulls me back on my feet. And you have gone before me, you have a plan for me. And you're always there to carry me.
Yeah, you're the still small voice that echoes inside. And you're the hand that pulls me back on my feet. And you have gone before me, you have a plan for me. And you're always there to carry me.

I feel like God was taking me on a journey through this song (as corny as it sounds).
It's amazing that God can talk to us and produce beautiful results from stressful days and sleepless nights.

sheet music, cc, via flickr caljuggler, modified via picnik