Out of Control
Oh Lord, my time is running out.
Obedience, I try, but my flesh is weak.
Overwhelmed with life, I shout.
Outnumbered by my own feelings,
Over-spilling, yet it's my own undoing.
Obstacles come from every direction slapping my cheek.
Over and over, steering, jerking me, left to right
Out of control at moments, it bites.
Once again Lord, stand by my side, unfurl
Outstretched arms and take control of my world.
7/7/2022
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2022
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