Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

S.O.S.

Custom User Avatar
More by this author
I'm tortured by Your master plan

I don't know if I can stand

I feel so cold, let me take Your hand

Your thoughts of me are like grains of sand



Test me, Lord, and know my thoughts

Help me remember all that You've taught

Search me, God, and know my heart

Keep these thoughts from tearing me apart



Before a word is on my tongue

Make sure it lines up with Your Son

Let Your right hand hold me all day long

Help me discern what's right from what's wrong



And I'm singing, S. O. S.

God, help me now

Bring me in Your arms

Keep me still

I don't wanna shake

Don't wanna be ashamed





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback