I stir my cup and think of you;
It's just the little things that break me.
But, it's not right to hold you so tight;
I end up wrestling with God over you...
Whose hands are safer?
Who could steal you from his grip?
It seperates the ocean, with a brush so effortless...
There is nothing to worry about,
Because who loves you more than Jesus?
So here again I find myself And everything I've ever loved,
At the foot of the cross with three nails
There is nothing to worry about,
Because who loves you more?
If I hold on to you, will I let go of Christ?
Will I end up denying him in abundance of thrice?
Will I end up in the end
With less than what I started?
When I surrender...
I stir my cup and think of you;
It's just the little things that break me.
But, it's not right to hold you so tight;
I end up wrestling with God over you...