I’ve tried to keep a hold on as much as I can
It slips away like sand empty handed again
Surrender is the place where I should have began
It’s all yours to command
It’s all in Your hands
And those hands are
Good
Good
Your plans are
Good
Good
Yes you are
Good

How did I end up here?
An ordained minister I got the papers
That say that I’m supposed to see it clear
But I’m still slippin here
Back and forth I’m still wrestling with pride
Will it expire or disappear
Longin’ for a breakthrough I don’t wait to let it happen
Autopilot got me thinking I don’t need a captain
I say that “I got it” God’s saying “boy that’s cappin”
Know You got a plan
But I’ve been planning more distractions

Trust issues make me wanna keep my hands on
Everything that You already got Your hands on
When I’m sinking give me something I can stand on
Come give me another word I can plan on
Tryna do it by myself so exhausting
Tryna keep it all together almost lost it
Will You show up whenever I need reminding
You are good and You got that perfect timing

I’ve tried to keep a hold on as much as I can
It slips away like sand empty handed again
Surrender is the place where I should have began
It’s all yours to command
It’s all in Your hands
And those hands are
Good
Good
Your plans are
Good
Good
Yes you are
Good

Want you to believe I’ve arrived, but everyday I struggle
So tired of all these lies, pull me up from the rubble
Mask on only let em’ see the fake me
If you want a perfect picture man then it ain’t me
Why do we always gotta learn lessons the hard way
Watching situations just blow up in our face
In the arms of the heavenly, who would never leave
Putting trust in the flesh of me, may it never be

Trust issues make me wanna put my hands on
Everything that you already got your hands on
When I’m sinking give me something i can stand on
Come give me another word i can plan on
Tryna do it by myself so exhausting
Tryna keep it all together almost lost it
Will you show up whenever I need reminding
You are good and you got that perfect timing

I’ve tried to keep a hold on as much as I can
It slips away like sand empty handed again
Surrender is the place where I should have began
It’s all yours to command
It’s all in Your hands
And those hands are
Good
Good
Your plans are
Good
Good
Yes you are
Good

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