This extra weight I carry
Is not, dear Lord, from You,
The agitation, restlessness,
Mean I'm not trusting You.
I'm reverting to old habits,
The worry and the doubt,
As if the problem's mine to fix
And I can work it out.
But You, Lord, have the answers,
You have not lost control,
And as I simply rest in You
This will not take a toll.
I need not fear the outcome,
It's safely in Your hand,
For everything I am or own's
Provided by Your hand.
When Satan hurls these anxious darts,
I will not even wince,
For in the problems that I face
I see Divine handprints.
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