Sometimes in the hustle
And the bustle of the day,
I try so hard to stay afloat
That I forget to pray.
And though I know the answer
To my struggle lies in You,
Often You are the last one
That I will turn to.
When life's seas get stormy
And I feel myself fall,
I cast about for a pillar
That holds against the squall.
Till beaten, bruised, and battered
I remember You once more,
And seek the safe harbor
Found upon Your shore.
I look at the cards that I've been dealt,
And often, to my shame,
I slap my hand to the table
And want to call the game.
I say that its not fair at all
To have to play this hand
When I sat down at this table
It's not what I had planned.
This old world is gonna try
And sell you all kinda stuff
No matter how much you got
They say it's not good enough.
You gotta buy and barter
Or you will never be whole.
Sometimes they want your money,
Other times they want your soul.
But it's a lie,
And I ain't buying it.
What I've got inside,
There's no denying it.
Nothing in this world
Compares to You.
Only You are worthy,
Only You are true.
Behold the buzzing of the bee
As it flits from bough to bud
Its entire being testifies
To the wonder of God's love.
Behold the singing of the lark
As it soars up in the sky
It joyfully reminds us all
That our Savior is ever nigh.
One touch of Your hands
And the blind can see
One touch of Your hands
And the prisoner is free
With just one touch
You calm the sea
Reach out, Dear Lord
Touch me.