It's a gift
That which slows me down
That which brings me down
It's a gift
That which makes me cry
That which makes me wonder why
It's a blessing in disguise
Yes, I'm grateful for when things don't go my way
'Cause in the end it's not my will but yours be done
And if there's work that must be perfect through the pain
I only ask you'll hold my hand 'til I can run