Oh worry, oh worry, oh worry of mind,
You swirl and you twirl and you’re never kind.
You sneak into my thoughts with sly little grin.
But I’ve got a secret, for God says he wants in.
He’s watching. He’s caring—as close as a prayer.
He knows every burden, each deep-down despair.
So why should I worry, and why should I stress?
The King of kings is saying, “Give Me your mess.”
I carried my troubles in a very big bag,
My steps made so heavy, my shoulders would sag.
But God said, “Dear child, that’s not meant for you.
Just cast them on me. I know what to do.”
So I tossed them like rocks—every worry and fear.
I threw them with tears and a trembling cheer.
And wouldn’t you know it? My heart felt so light.
Like dawn breaking through in the middle of night.
He cares when I’m lonely. He cares when I cry.
He cares when I question or scream at the sky.
He cares when I whisper and cares when I shout.
There isn’t one thing he doesn’t care about.
Here’s what I’ve learned from my knees and my fall:
God’s shoulders are strong, and he welcomes it all.
Don’t carry your burdens and try to be tough.
Just hand them to him … for that’s more than enough.
