The Web

I saw a man laying down in Gods hand He was looking ahead, faking a plan Insecure in his way, he thought to lie To make sure his way, he justified These manipulations, spun into a web He felt cocooned, safe from dread As he trusted to his own understanding Forgetting God in his foolish planning What are you thinking, to fear a man And not fear Me and you’re in My hand? Why do you fear, lie and manipulate As if some mortal held your fate? I speak to the waves and they do roar You’re in My hand, do you want more? Did I say your hairs are numbered by Me? Is that so impossible for you to believe? I knew your name before you were born And from My own hand you can’t be torn I go before you, make the crooked straight Yet, out of fear of man, you manipulate? Remember: When you want to plan ahead First look at my promises to you instead You don’t have to stand in fear of any man Fear Me only and rest in My unseen hand