Here I go on Down the road of Twists and turns and bends. You'd a thought I learned by now, But here I go again. It won't add a day to your life. It sure won't help you sleep at night. God I sure am tired of this fight. Worry... Why do I worry? Why do I doubt thee? What do I do it for? I'm going to trust You, And this time I mean it. I'm going to leave it At Your door. All this fear... It binds me up, And ties me to the floor. (Well I) wish I wouldn't answer When it's knocking on the door. Not a sparrow falls to the ground That You don't turn your head to the sound. Pick it up so sweet(ly) in Your hand(s). Worry... Why do I worry? Why do I doubt thee? What do I do it for? I'm going to trust You, And this time I mean it. I'm going to leave it at Your door. These words best be sinking in. They're more than just a phrase. Matthew wrote what Jesus spoke, And that's a worn out page. Worry... Why do I worry? Why do I doubt thee? What do I do it for? I'm going to trust You, And this time I mean it. I'm going to leave it At your door. I'm going to trust You, And this time I mean it. I'm going to leave it At your door. Worry...