You make my destiny whole.

Sitting barefoot beaming a cheesy grin
My life stops where Yours begins,
and I'm done! Take control.
You make my destiny whole.

A room full of things whispers my call:
There's clay in one corner, a guitar on the wall,
running shoes in the middle, and a shelf about to fall.

I'm done! Take control.
You make my destiny whole.

And maybe one day, I'll fall in love.
And maybe he'll think I'm good enough.
But right now, I really don't care.
To live is Christ. That is my prayer.

I'm done! Take control.
You make my destiny whole.

No more worries, fear is gone.
I laugh as I write this victory song.
I was blind, but now I see
that God's grace chases relentlessly.

I anticipate Your leading,
and You catch me when I trip.
So I'm through with guessing.
You're God. I'm not. That's it.

I'm done! Take control.
You make my destiny whole.