I praise you that you work all things for your glory and my good.
The circumstances that made me helpless,
and of life that has made me aware of my neediness and longing,
thank you that you call it good, and you’ve made it so.
I praise you for exposing my white-knuckling and control,
where my own strength and human help has proven woefully inadequate,
showing me, teaching me it’s ok to cry out to you,
to depend on you for help,
for you have wooed and cared for me all these years
wandering in the wilderness,
supplying my every need, above and beyond,
you have been faithful, when I have not.
I praise you that you have the answers,
you are the answer,
and my neediness and dependence is complete in you,
for you are the living well,
the fountain of life,
the way, the truth, and path,
you are everything,
you are my life,
and I bless your Name.