In His Hand

Pitter patter,

Rain spatters

Down the rooftop of our home.


A dark night,

And out of sight

Is the sun that once did roam.


I feel my heart

Stop and start,

Pondering the worries that I face;


I can’t let go –

Release control,

For I need things done my way.


But there’s a God

Whose staff and rod

Will guide me as I pray.


I give it up,

Lift up my cup –

Let the Lord pour in His plan;


He knows what’s best,

And I can rest

Fully surrounded in His hand.

Photo Credit: Mark Doda

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