Yes, Lord…Yes


Lord, dear Lord…the answer is yes
If the question is do I need help through my self-made mess

The answer is yes, Lord…yes

The trials, the tribulations, all these tests
Chaos, confusion, panic attacks, cold sweats

The answer is yes, Lord…yes

I need You; I'm disarrayed, despaired, depressed
Extreme anxiety, worn down, feeling beyond stretched

Lord, dear Lord, the answer is yes

I surrender…I'm tired…Lord, I say yes

I surrender to You with all in me, seeking You to the deepest depth
Father, please just allow me some peace…just a little bit of rest

Your will be done, no longer my own… so, Lord, yes
I need You more than ever…no longer will I protest

My heart and soul aches for You; so, yes, Lord...yes

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