Lord,
may I question
The
"whys" and "wherefores"
That
have crossed my path of yore
May
I question, Lord, the seasons
That
have brought me pain untold.
Lord,
I know You hold the tomorrows
And
my life is in Your Hand
I
pray not to have more sorrows
That
I cannot seem to understand.
The
future, Lord, is in Your Hand
Guide
by Thy Spirit, I pray
Allow
this vessel of tears today
To
understand Thy Holy Plan.
Written
by
Johanna
Stang Hobrath
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