Leaving it in Your HandsA Poem by Melinda McQueenLeaving it in Your Hands
Fumbling in the dark, Arms stretched out to brace. My eyes behold only a tiny spark Of what it takes.
Lord, there is so much I don’t understand About why certain things happen. But I’m leaving it in Your hands To mold and mend.
The darkness so black, It’s almost impossible to look ahead. My dreams seem to attack The very thoughts in my head.
Help me to withstand The limitations life has set before me. I’m leaving it in Your hands, My God who has ransomed me to Thee.
My hands stretched high, I worship You, my King. Be in charge of my life In everything.
Speak over me, So I may rise and stand. In You I succeed, So I’m leaving it in Your hands. © 2016 Melinda McQueenReviews
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StatsAuthorMelinda McQueenTXAboutHello, I'm Melinda from Texas. I am a published author. I'm in a chair with Cerebral Palsy and writing is my outlet. I have found deep pleasure in writing poetry. Writing helps me express my emotion.. more..Writing
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