Am I able?

What am I able to do?
On my own indeed
Jesus, without You
There can be no deed

Am I able to see?
Without Your Eyes
There will definitely be
No vision in the skies

Blind with no goal
Nor direction to follow
Emptiness in the soul
Pouring tears of sorrow

Am I able to hear?
Without Your Voice
Nothing will be clear
To make the right choice

Am I able to think?
Without Your Wisdom
My mind would wander
In aimless boredom

Am I able to live?
Without Your Life
My heart would grieve
Heavy with strife

Am I able to breathe?
Without Your Breath
My breath would cease
And surely end in death

Am I able without You?
Most certainly not, Lord
For what can I do
On my own accord