Finding God
I have to let go of yesterday,
In my hand I have but today,
Who knows what brings tomorrow
A gift of joy or loads of sorrow.
I can have faith in the Lord,
Or fuss and fret and cry aloud,
I can wake up to face the rising sun
to seek the day's blessings or shun.
I have to let go of my petty ego,
For my Lord upon me to bestow
the ethereal light of his good grace,
To enlighten my day, my spirit, my face.
I have to let go of the wordly aspiration
And seek out my path to salvation,
I have to stand in His heavenly presence
And seek my place in His providence.
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