Your Glory And My Good

I bring my every need
Confessing everything?
Lord, I’m desperate
For Your healing
I’m broke in every part?
My unbelieving heart
I need the faith
To even ask You

So I’m not bargaining?
For nothing’s hidden

From Your sight
I would be a fool?
If I could be made new?
Come ruin come ridicule
Recklessly I come
I run to You

I come expectantly
Because You’re calling me?
There is no healing
But from Your hand
So whether suffering
Or free from laboring
It’s for Your glory and my good