though He knows better than I . . .

I opened my hand
Though it used to be clenched
He took that part of my life
Now I move on

But it has never cost so much to follow my Lord
Never has the question caused such fear
My hand remains open though it takes all my strength
Hour by hour I open my heart again

It is given to the One who knows better than I

Why do I fear when He has always proven faithful?
Why does fear choke out faith so rapidly?
Why has He called me here to this place?

For I find myself longing to linger
In a path not chosen
By One who knows better than I

Oh! The blasphemous spirit of my pride!