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