HIS

 I'm broken, bound, & bleeding 

I have many hurts 

My insecure nature knows no end

If it was up up to me, I know where I'd be 

Smashed and scarred, dead in my own sin 

From the grave He saved me, stood me on my feet 

Rationale is His, not mine, to reason 

How He plays His hand, I can't understand 

He's my King, repent from trying treason 

I still pick it up, often make mistakes 

I don't know the way that this all ends 

I know from my life, when I lay down strife

Peace prevails as His Spirit sends  

Spirit sending Peace, opposite of strife 

He redeems, He destroys the dross 

My only task at hand, my mind can't understand 

Lay it all down again at foot of cross. 

Psalms 55:22

22 Cast your burden on the LORD,

and he will sustain you;

he will never permit

the righteous to be moved.

Matthew 11:28-30

28 Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. 29 Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30 For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”