I'm so confused. I know I heard You loud and clear, so I followed through. Somehow I ended up here. I don't wanna think, I may never understand that my broken heart is a part of Your plan. When I try to pray, all I got is hurt and these four words: Thy will be done. I know You're good, but this don't feel good right now. I know You think of things I could never think about. It's hard to count it all joy, distracted by the noise, just trying to make sense of all Your promises. Sometimes I gotta stop, remember that You're God and I am not. Like a child on my knees all that comes to me is Thy will be done. I know You see me, I know You hear me, Lord; Your plans are for me, goodness You have in store.