Finding Peace
Trying too hard to out think the Lord.
He owns the table and deals the cards.
He knows truth while I grasp for reason.
Have to believe, if you want to please him.
Hard to hold onto what you can't touch.
He's got all the time, me not so much.
Trust is something I could never trust.
But if I'm going to find peace, than trust I must.
Copyright © Wren Rushing | Year Posted 2024
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