Jesus take the wheel.I don’t have any direction. God I need your protection. I feel like I don’t fit in.The tapestry of life I can no longer defend. You said the race wasn’t given to the Swift or strong but the one who endureth till the end.These bills keep messing with my budget and I feel like I can’t win. How many miles have I traveled so far. I need more gas in my spiritual car. I Know you have it all mapped out. I know you know it’s going to work out. The preacher man says before your trial ends give it a shout. When when my destination gets to the end.You know in your time you will defend.