When things arent the way I would wish them to be

When struggle and strife overwhelm

When storm of the heart keeps battering me

Grown weak now, my hand on the helm

As cringe of the soul becomes common place

New nature and not passer by

Tis time to grow still, and turn up my face

To the One far greater than I.

Is not mine to know in the whole of the thing

Why the trials are given to each

Enough to let go all the sorrow I bring

And listen for what He would teach

In trust moving on, taking life as it is

Giving thanks for both sunshine and rain

Knowing it's safe, that the outcome is His

I'm released from the worry and pain.

Written by the poetic and precious soul of

~ Rhonda ~

January 22, 2006