Up on a hill I kneeled upon a rock
I sat for hours praising my father and Lord
Knowing he heard my every word
I sat and praised him hours at a time
As I cried
Father God hear my prayers…
I know your listening I know you hear me and your there
He heard as I cried
But steadily I remained and cried and prayed
As he heard my every word
I will praise you in this storm for I know I am weak in this battle I face
Yet it is not mine
This battle is yours and I am just the vessel
Tears dripping from my eyes I continued to cry out and praise him on this rock on the hill
For he already knows and he’s already there taking all I’m giving him in praise and tears pleading
He always knows before I
He’s always near and ahead of the game before I feel overwhelmed.
This is not my battle I am only the vessel
Jesus take the wheel
