In His Hands
My world stops spinning when I pray,
And cares and troubles dissipate.
I trust in Him to guide my fate.
The quietness begins my day.
I know He’s God and I am not.
At times, it seems that I forgot.
And when I don’t know what to say,
I listen for His still, small voice.
I need His wisdom for each choice.
The Holy Spirit guides the way.
When I’m confused, He’s my north star.
By my own thoughts, I don’t get far.
He is the potter, I’m the clay.
I yield into His loving hand.
Through His design, the wheel is manned.
He is the sun when skies are gray,
My joy, my hope, my love, my song.
He is the right when things go wrong.
My life with Him, a sweet ballet.
His grace so keeps me on my toes.
For steps of life, He only knows.
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