Isn’t odd how events
of the past
Have so much effect
on our lives?
They structure the
way that we think and we act,
Creating a power that
drives
The current of time,
the pattern of hope,
The things we hold
dear in our hearts,
We struggle to keep
everything in control,
In spite of our jolts
and miss-starts.
We think that we know
where the future
Should lead,
Assume that we
understand all,
Yet deep down inside,
we shiver and quake,
Aware that the future
may fall
Under the curse of
what always has been
The burden of living
a lie,
We have no control of
this moment in time,
In a flash, all could
end with a sigh.
So why do we worry
about what will come
Because of this river
of life,
Tumultuous rapids are
still in the way,
With hunger and anger
and strife.
It just might be
better to find a clear way
To put all our trust
into God,
Because in the end,
God’s the one in control,
No matter what paths
we will trod.
We worry because
we’re afraid that we might
End up living, no
purpose in sight,
Get lost on our way
and just stumble around
In the dark of a
long, endless night.
But God has long
promised that He will be there,
His presence with us,
never cease,
Just put out your
hand and discover God’s touch
And continue the way
in God’s…
Peace,
Alex
