There once was a girl named Katie,
some would consider her a lady,
she liked herself, most of the time,
but other times wished she could change her mind,
she thinks quite a bit about things,
that makes her want to sing,
or sometimes those thoughts
create a longing sought
a sought of a place and a time and a being
when all she could do was just
B
E
without care or concern for others
except the One that created her in her mothers
My must these worries roll so in my head?
why must these feelings keep me in bed?
Why can't the Son just shine through me?
Oh because I am to busy being just
M
E
Let him who created, formed, and saved
be the center of my focus, my heart, my way paved
Trust Him with my worry, cares, and tears
because He alone will catch all of my fears.