Letting God be in charge…
It’s such a difficult thing to do!
Love, Trust and Obey,
Give Him His due.
When He asked me to give my all,
Willingly, as a trusting child, I said: “Sure!”
He replied with a smile and: “Thank-you.”
And began to make it true
Month by month He took my all…
Then alone and broken, I had to fall,
Crumble into a little ball
Realising what it meant: “ALL”
Humbled to a beggar’s kneel
Not knowing what to pray or feel
Only knowing His Love was real.
All that was left: His Word, my meal.
To that I clung, desperate.
That I read; starved.
That I drank; thirsty.
In that I have to believe; exhausted.
Now with His Word I wait.
In all His Words I hope.
After all, I willingly handed myself over;
Now God really is in control.
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