It's Out of My Hands
When will you stop trying to be in control?
Even still God understands,
You keep on walking but still lose ground
Before you say, “It’s out of my hands.”
Giving yourself anxiety attacks
Knocking your head up against the wall.
Turn all your problems over to God
And He will take care of them all.
You stay up all night looking for answers
But you never even thought to pray.
While you buzz around like a rat in a maze
God is trying to show you the way.
You’re a nervous wreck and need a change
You’ve wasted more time than you think.
Next thing you know months have gone by
And never thought about the missing link.
Call out to God the missing link you seek
Cause He knows about all of your plans.
He calmly waits as you bustle all about
For you to say, “It’s all in Your hands.”
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