When I’m tempted now to worry
And yield to fears again,
That is when I must remember
Her heart is in Your hands.
You envisioned and designed her,
Crafted the Master Plan,
And though she often wanders
Her heart is in Your hands.
My child may run, and she may hide
Among the worlds affairs,
She may look the other way
And pretend she doesn’t care,
That Our Father calls to her by name
In every foreign land,
Yet in her deepest parts she knows
Her heart in His hands.
Her life is fragile, on display
For all the world to see
With modern apparatuses
And darn technology.
She thinks her plans originate
From every day’s pursuit
Of fun, and laughter, she hesitates
To winnow out the truth.
A target for the evil schemes
Of the one who came to kill,
Is every child of God that strays
From their Designer’s will.
I know his power, I know his plans
And yet, I know defeat
Awaits the enemy of God
And so...I pray, I seek
The heart of God, His perfect will,
And vigilant I’ll stay,
Down on my knees, in heart and soul
And every single day
I’ll speak her name and intercede
With Our Father God above
To keep her by His mercy
And win her with His love.
And come what may, of this
I’m sure, on this I’ll take my stand,
I have no need to fret or fear--for
Her heart is in His hands.
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I have finally found my bio mom and now we have a connection and plenty of years to catch up on too!
In the past years leading up to my present day...I have found out that I am Metis, and I have some gifts that people don't understand.....but most of all I have leaned on our God/Creator to get me through all my troubles and tribulations! AMEN....God is good!
Take care during these troubled times with this pandemic going on in the world today......
God bless you and your child.
Love,
Connie