Jesus, I come here today
With more than I care to admit I need to say
With thoughts impure
Trying to replace Your cure
Dreams that failed
Because Your plan prevailed.
It was wrong of me
To want my will, I see
But I was mad at You
Why didn’t You do what I wanted You to?
Why couldn’t You stick with the plan that I had
It couldn’t have been all that bad…
I know the things that you won’t say
Your heart longs for me in its own way
Your wondering thoughts
My cure you fought
Were failures, you concurred.
But My love is right
That, you can’t fight
I know you’re mad at Me
But I love you too much to let you be
Daughter, your plan wasn’t all that bad
It just wasn’t the best one that I had.