In a rut

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.