This little, bouncy song to only an accoustic guitar rings true with me in so many ways.
Too many days I’ve spent a wasted, worrying
about tomorrow what it may bring
Dreams of dollar signs and worthless nothings
of what the others think of me(chorus)
Lord, teach me Your way
teach me to pray
for all the things you want for me
Lord, teach me to die
forget the lies
the world’s been telling me
Lord bring down Your holiness on me
Lord bring down Your holiness on meEven now I’m worrying how this song sounds
pretty crazy don’t you think
I’m always trying to make things so perfect
I forget this ain’t for mechorus
It’s time I leave behind the dreams I have
of being something
I’m getting tired of that trap
I’m going to leave behind the dreams I have
of being something
I want to dream of only You, Jesuschorus
My Jesus, teach me how to be
teach me how to be…— Adam Bitter
Trying to be perfect, worrying about “worthless nothings” and what others might think of me. Nothing I do is for me anyhow! It is all about others. “Teach me to pray”, still don’t know after all this time. How to forget the lies of the world? And maybe the most important part—“teach me how to be.”