Strangled, by a thousand ropes of desires,
Suffocated, by a million unmet dreams;
Stifled, by all the expectations,
Stranded, on a lonesome desert isle.

Desolation, my hungry fiend who prowls at night,
Darkness, that tries to steal away my light;
Deafness, by the stirring of my fretful heart,
Death, as I lose my grip on my Saviour's hand.

Love, that reaches though I turn away,
Peace, that blankets my flustered raging heart;
Hope, I see upon the rugged cross,
Joy, I have in my Saviour King.

Though my heart a raging sea,
Daily will I die for Thee.
Amidst the troubles and depravity,
Spirit make my hard heart willing.

Rocks and boulders my anxieties,
That fling into the depth within.
My wretchedness and daily yens,
With open hands I surrender to Thee.