trusting YOU.

Might seem lost in the woods of busy-ness

Stuck in the path of uneasiness

Cumbered with the bricks of worry

Laden with fears enough to bury

Confusion like twigs may twirl

Around my tiny frame, I tell

Yet, feeble as I appear

I affirm you ever so near.

My needs of wherewithal

Like viral worms, can spiral

I can’t see far, but You

Can do all I can’t do.

So Lord, this little lady

Who doubles as your baby

Lays all that there can be

And resolves to trust in Thee.

Thee only…