Who Is In Control
No wonder I’m so stressed,
no rest for my weary soul,
when it’s all about my plans,
when I have to be the one in control.
I’m the puppet master,
intent on controlling my own strings,
blind to my own limitations,
convinced that I know all things.
What happened to my strategy
as I watch my plans disintegrate?
I never saw this coming.
Am I no longer master of my fate?
Is it written in my contract
I must be producer of my own show?
What if I release my obsession with me?
What if I simply let go?
What if I put on end to this chaos,
put my well laid plans to rest?
What if I allow myself to believe
that my heavenly Father knows best?
Lord, if You become master of my fate,
guiding all I say and do…
If I desire Your will for my life,
I’ll learn to draw closer to You.
I just need to relax my hold.
I want some of Your sweet release.
I want what only You can give,
that elusive element of peace.
Copyright © Lanette Kissel | Year Posted 2020
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