Yours

a new role, a new look
on life and all that matters.

a little hand now grasps
my heart, changing how I see

my faith, Your love, Your son,
and all that You’ve done for me.

i can’t write the story
You’ve already done just that.

so why do i still try
to take the pen, rewrite it?

all that does is cause me
worry, and costs time, peace, sleep.

it does no good for me
to grip, cling to my plans when

nothing I do or say
can change the good of Your ways.

even though i hold him,
treasure and protect his heart,

You are the author, the
Creator, the Sustainer

of his life. i can’t change
what is to come, because You

have it all planned. but i
trust and give him to Your will.

he is Yours, not mine, and
You are much greater than i.