Giving It Over To God
Knots like baseballs form in my stomach as the weeks of a lifetime draw to a close.
Anxiety and depression steal my joy at the very thought of from my work being let go.
Dedicated I’ve been, yet with me and all, we have to this face someday our last call.
For months I have seen the signs; I hear the rumble of thunder and see the handwriting on the wall.
I have fought the good fight with all my human might.
Yet I shall not even come close to a victorious win.
That is, and unless, and unto to the Lord God I give in.
Thus tonight I have in my spirit turned this battle over to my God.
I am nothing but dust; I am just a whisper on the ever-present wind.
Yet He is my God, and I must learn to trust Him until the end.
J. Allen Wilson© 5/18/2010
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