I seem to be in a rut,
Just can\'t break through.
Handicapped.
I feel dumb.
Even now, my glasses gone!
So now I have on old and scratchy,
That\'s how I get along.
The plans I make,
Full of mistakes.
Yes, that is true.
But every time this road,
Leads me back to you.
You have taught me not to worry,
And on you I can rest.
Strengthen me,upon your knee,
I know, you know what\'s best.