Give it.

God, I give you my anxious heart.
I've got a lot on my mind
and it's troubled.
There's been some more
conflicting feelings among the outer family ring-
I give it to you.
God, I give You my worry.
I'm preparing for our upcoming lovely trip
and my heart is
apprehensive at the thought of leaving my children,
especially baby Norah
with her tender heart
and a longing for her mama.
I don't want her to feel
abandoned.
God, I give you my plans.
Trying to plan parties,
time with friends, events with the kids,
dates with Nathan,
I get a little overwhelmed sometimes, but I don't want
to do it on my own.
God, I give you my pain.
My eye hurts so bad
and I'm so discouraged knowing
it will never be healed completely and the
scar only grows.
It chips away at my confidence
leaving me feeling a little less
beautiful.

I surrender all.
I surrender all.
All to Thee My blessed Saviour,
I surrender all.