Near My Wits End

Almost. But not quite there. I'm tired Lord. So much work left to do; and I'm worried that I may be doing it according to my schedule. I don't want to do it according to my plans. I want to commit my ways to yours. I would go to sleep now, but I'm so worried about her finishing. Dear Lord, I love you. I trust you to carry me through because your love never fails and you stay the same--this means you haven't changed since last semester. Oh Lord, it's all gonna be ok. Thank you. Because I have your assurance. God, I just ask you to lead me. Loosen my grasp; teach me to surrender once again to you. I rely on you. I love you. And help her finish God. Work a miracle in these short hours left. Show your awesome might to us. Give me your peace.