Jesus I'M In Your Hands

Waking from a dream, With my heart racing, Feeling as if everything, Has been ripped from my heart. There is a time when things, Settle down and you realize, It wasn't a dream but at least, You escaped and now all you, Have to do is pick up the pieces. The hard part is trying to piece, Back my life as if I'm a jigsaw puzzle. My heart breaks on how much, I lost and seeing how I can, Never truly get it back again. I come to terms with this everyday, As I get up and March on, Telling myself none of, This is your fault. You did not ask for this. Your life was taken from you. So Jesus I'm in your hands. Help me. Guide me. To get better just to March on and, Begin to breathe again.