All that isn’t
All that is
All out of my hands
but I hold it
just the same
All that is mess
All that is mystery
All that is ‘out there’
and within me
just the same
Talitha Fraser
God, what does Your Great Economy have to say to this who knows its worth? Let me trust to Your providing for what is pleasing to You. Drop what should be dropped, yield what should be yielded, share what should be shared, confess what should be confessed. Let some fall, let some break, let some call, let some run late. If it is not of You – let it lie, let it die, that I might know life anew in You.
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