There's a pressure that exists only in my head.

When I wake up every morning, it's the thing that I most dread.

I look around and see so much to do.

It causes me to feel real blue.

But there's a life outside my mind,
a world both good and unkind.

It's this world You want me to touch
and tell of the Love that is worth so much.

From myself, God, I must flee,
I work to please you not a neurosis inside me.

My anxiety's a sore
but You have opened Your door.

It does not crush me completely anymore.