In His Hands
In His Hands
Rising from my nightmare
and shaking off the dust.
Clinging to reality
and what little I can trust.
The hope that is tomorrow
and the hand of God to guide me.
Praying that it's not a lie
the dreams I have inside me.
That somewhere down the road a ways
I'll find what I have craved.
And in giving what's been given
someones life is saved.
There's questions I can't answer
and dreams that don't come true.
I no longer am the reason
for the things I choose to do.
Heaven lights the way for me
through times I cannot see.
I made mistakes along the way
that's not all there is to me.
A part of me this heart of me
so much more to be discovered.
Waiting ever waiting
for it to be uncovered.
Until that day I'll make my way
the best that I know how.
Yesterday forgotten tomorrow still unknown
all that's promised me is now.
Edwin C Hofert
Copyright © Edwin Hofert | Year Posted 2015
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