In God's Hands
An old man sits all alone
For ten years now, his wife's been gone
A woman stands, hand on her bruised face
Nowhere to go, but she has to leave this place
A small child cries, mother asleep
Too many pills, now this death she will keep
Once he enjoyed getting high
Swallowed in addiction, he now wonders why
Why these things happen, no one understands
We do the praying, and leave the rest in God's hands.
Copyright © Alana Tye | Year Posted 2005
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