Twirling my necklace To distract from the wreckage And the fact that I Barely got out of bed I'm in my 20s Guess the subject gets touchy 'Cause nobody tells you How hard it is Coming to terms with the fact that Pain is a promise It scares me to death if I'm honest I know that you're grace is sufficient But I can't help but wish things were different If you don't withhold good from your children Then why's it so bad right now If tensions the teacher of lessons And trust when it's tough leads to blessing Would you hear me out for a second While I'm wrestling With the hard to answer questions Drawing lines on the ceiling A tangled up feeling Like I'm stuck and I'm spiraling out again Help me take my thoughts captive When I can't look past all the Heavy the hurt and the confusion I'm coming to terms with the fact that Pain is a promise So while we're on the topic I know that you're grace is sufficient But I can't help but wish things were different If you don't withhold good from your children Then why's it so bad right now If tensions the teacher of lessons And trust when it's tough leads to blessing Would you hear me out for a second While I'm wrestling With the hard to answer questions I hate that the truth is elusive But I hate more that I get obsessed Tryna make sense of what's only Explained by the world's brokenness I know that you're grace is sufficient So help me to rest when I wish things were different You don't withhold good from your children So pull me out right now If tensions the teacher of lessons And you turn all pain into blessing Would you be my peace every second That I'm wrestling With the hard to answer questions