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.