Solved your own problems
just to survive
'til there was no more room
under the rug to hide.
Then all the walls
came a crashing on down
with unmanageable control.
Now, are you ready for God
to start making you whole?

Powerless instead
of power mess.
Unmanageably real,
I'm found to cry out
in all my pain.
If not to God,
am I not just
being vain?
A funnel of light
from out of the dark
leaves me to speak
what is on my heart.
I've been carrying a load
for oh so much time,
now I must talk
to a counselor who knows.
Proven to be true,
He's there for me,
He's there for you.

Bore up
in the trust of His love.
I know I am heard
if I tell him
when I am disturbed.
So why give I
my treasure to man
where I can be found
being drawn closer
to the great I am?
It is the sword
of my tongue,
I must practice in prayer
remaining centered
and balanced
without shadow of despair.
Now that I see
what has been ailing me,
onward I go
up Heaven's stairs.

It starts off with praise
to enter his door.
Once faith fills the heart,
you'll not be ignored.
Then tell Him your cares
and give him your fears
where quietness of spirit
will then fill your soul.
As the waters come down,
I'm found being restored.
In sessions of tears,
resolved a little more.
I'm on the way
to being made whole.
Who is the counselor
who heals every wound,
dries every tear
in the midst
of releasing your feelings
to heal every pain?
I've come to know
Jesus is his name.