God's Hands

I have worried about the things, In which that I cannot control Which causes me so much pain And so much strain upon my soul. Friends and family tell me not to worry About the things I cant do anything about So finally I agree to them one and all And with the devil, I have fought my last bout. I realized I cannot control the hatred Nor more can I control sins or lying These are worries that I think about Also along with sadness and crying. As we all live in our lifetime So many problems will head our way Some that we are the master of And some which will make us feel betrayed. So as I have my own problems Which all of course they are man made By evil and sins that are created daily And someday there memories will all fade. I cannot control the weather Whenever it rains or when it storms I cannot control the way people act Even though they have been fore warned. I cannot tell any person how to act Or can I tell them please not to sin These are worries I keep in my soul and heart As a new day for me will always begin. So I will say these last words As I will make this one last stand I will leave all those worries to someone else As I will leave them all, Into GOD’S hands. Randy L. McClave