I picked up my life with my bare hands
It was awkward and heavy to hold
Brittle, it crumbled between my fingers
And was swept off into the wind
Leaving not a grain of dust to mend
I crawled back under my hard shell
Paint a smile for the world to see
Condemnation, a heavy wait to carry
But, HE didn’t let me pack this freight
In His mighty love, he lifted the weight
Do not stress what happens in the steps
Not the Journey, but the Destination we Seek!
His Word is written, the answers are there
Books such as John, Genesis, James and Psalms
Rest assured, life rests comfortably in His Palms.
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