Rushing in Place

Today was such a mixture, Lord,

Some good and not so good.
I felt like bursting into tears
More than I know I should.
 
It’s like I work at double speed
To just hang in one place,
While all the world is rushing past
And I’m losing the race.
 
There’s nothing too much that is wrong
And a good bit that’s right,
Yet I can’t accept happiness
Without a messy fight.
 
So I think it might just be time
To try another way.
Instead of rushing in one place,
I might sit still and pray.