I Leave Everything In Your Han

In existential despair's dark, dismal night I surrender, exhausted, devoid of light Tired of tiredness, drained of vital force My soul, a parched landscape, without a source Life's stagnation chokes, like suffocating air Every dream deferred, with no escape to share The weight of hopelessness, an Atlas-like burden bears My heart, a heavy-laden vessel, lost at sea, without anchors In this abyss of nothingness, I cry out to Thee Yahshua, my last refuge, my final plea Take hold of my shattered life, and make it whole Resurrect my dying hopes, and make my spirit soar I relinquish all, and leave it in Your hands My future, my fears, my crumbling plans My desperation, my doubts, my darkest hours Take them, Yahshua, and transmute them into power In Your omniscient gaze, I find solace and peace A sense of being seen, in my most hidden release Your compassionate heart, beats with love for me A tender Father, who wipes away my tears, and sets me free As I surrender, I feel Your gentle grasp A loving Father, who holds me fast In Your embracing arms, I find my peaceful nest Where weary souls find rest, and troubled hearts are blessed You are my Rock, my Shelter, my guiding Light My Comforter, my Healer.