This uneasy feeling,
In the pit of my stomach,
It can’t come out,
It leaves me reeling,
Uncertain with energy that doesn’t know where to go,
It spins off a tail,
It cuts off my flow.

It’s little, it wants to grow,
Holding it down and it’s making me frown,
My head starts to ache,
It’s getting me down,
I wiggle uneasily without making a sound.

What is this feeling?
Uncertain, new waters,
Voyaging out like I’m trying to find new headquarters,
I’m feeling lost,
A little alone,
Searching for a place that feels like home.

I look up and I pray,
I banish this feeling in Jesus name,
I was better, until I opened my eyes,
The flood gates opened and the feeling is back,
Time to pray again about that.

It’s the feeling of trickery,
The feeling of fool,
The feeling of someone lying to you,
Making you question,
Making you doubt,
In God it’s time to find a new route.

So I sit and I breathe,
I shut my eyes tight,
For now I will pray again with all my might.