i’m a leaf caught in the wind
surrendering the all of me
to the breezes of these times
i miss the security of the tree

i don’t want divine rejection
i want to be right at first
but with every choice it’s harder
to imagine things much worse

so maybe i want pity
cause i’m lost without His will
can i be running from God
standing still?

i’m so afraid of hearing no
that i doubt i’ll hear a yes
it’s a mystery why some He shelters
and others aren’t so blessed

but a powerful God should know that
my heart cries out so pure
the deepest sorrow from the sick
is the existence of lost cures

so maybe i want pity
cause i’m lost without God’s will
can i be running from Him
standing still

many will say i’m choosing
a blindness to the signs
many will tell me give to God
what i still must hold to be mine