Get Yourself Out of the Way

My God, My Lord, My Life,
I’m here down on my knees, broken and contrite,
My Lord I need relief.
What more Lord can I do, I’ve gave all that I’ve got,
And I hear a quiet voice saying, “No son, you have not.”
Then show me Lord I say, I promise that I’ll bow,
I’ll do what is Your will, if You’ll just show me how.
I knelt there many hours, for an answer as I prayed,
But all I heard was this…
“Get yourself out of the way.”