Handing It Over

Over and over and over and over Pain in my shoulder, Saturday afternoon Stay on my sofa, nothing much to do Call my friend over, brother Sun sister Moon Soft yellow blanket, she's wrapped in a cocoon Through tears she asks me "oh what should I do?" I don't have the answers, I'm feeling that way too I'm handing it over and over and over and over again I'm handing it over and over and over and over again Lord, I thank you, you love them more than me More than I do, so I'm laying them at your feet The world on my shoulders, I was doing it in my own strength Now I'm handing it over, nothing else makes sense I'm handing it over and over and over and over to You I'm handing it over and over and over and over to You Come Holy Spirit, come Come Holy Spirit, come Lord, I thank you, you love them more than me More than I do, so I'm laying them at your feet The world on my shoulders, I was doing it in my own strength Now I'm handing it over, nothing else makes sense Lord, I trust You, and the promises that you keep Keep taking my hand now, and giving me eyes to see You're a God of goodness, and my weakness is your strength So I'm handing it over, nothing else makes sense Over and over and over and over Come Holy Spirit, come Come Holy Spirit, come Come Holy Spirit, come Come Holy Spirit, come