I stir my cup and think of you; It's just the little things that break me But it's not right to hold you so tight; I end up wrestling with God over you... Whose hands are safer? Who could steal you from His grip? It separates the ocean, with a brush so effortless... There is nothing to worry about, because who loves you more than Jesus? So here again I find myself and everything I've ever loved, At the foot of the cross with three nails There is nothing to worry about, because who loves you more than Jesus? If I hold onto you, will I let go of Christ? Will I end up denying Him in abundance of thrice? Will I ened up in the end with less tan I started with? When I surrender... .