In God's Hands
I saw the headlights
They were quick
One step
There's two dirrections I can go
Behind me, I'm whole
Forward, I'll lay in pieces
I wish my farewells in my head
Before I take a step
The headlights whizz past
Two paces away
And they're gone
Yet here I remain,
Whole.
I chose my life to be in God's hands
Not my own.
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