It’s Out Of My Hands And Into Yours

          11:00 pm-     A huge disappointment
          12:00 am-     “why? really, why?”
           1:06 am -     “It’s out of my hands and into Yours”

It's out of my hands and into Yours
I'm beaten down and don't feel secure
The heart of the matter is, it's broken in two
But I know it's not me that can make it brand new

Expectations shattered 
My mind is battered
The loss of something
The loss of someone
The loss that I am completely undone

I wanted something I couldn't have
Then why did I want it, I wanted so bad
I am centered around me and not around You
I know this is wrong and it just won't do
You're in my life, all around, everywhere
But I just want to feel you right next to me and stay there

You're all I need
You're in between
You're every good thing in my life
You're love never fails
Even when others bail
You're love it compels my life

Why do I want unnecessary things
And focus on the short-lived things?

You're everlasting
All encompassing
And took on pain that I will never receive
You gave ME new life
And endured the strife
How ungrateful and selfish I have been

It's out of my hands and into Yours
It's out of my hands and into Yours

Who ever said Your will means pleasure?
I may have gotten hurt, but now I am stronger
If strength is Your will, then God I'm getting it
I'm letting it
I'm not regretting it

It's out of my hands, God help me endure
It's out of my hands and into Yours

          by Lauren Panzica
          Thursday, September 30, 2010 at 1:06am

When we hold tightly to our broken dreams, He can't mend them. But when we release our disappointments to God, we give Him permission to work in our lives. 

The editor in me spotted two beautiful little typos in Lauren's poem:
          "You're love never fails..." 
          "You're love it compels my life..."  
Technically, she meant to write "Your love..." but I also like it this way, telling God "You Are Love... You never fail... You compel my life." 

When we fix our gaze on Him, we shift our focus in life from the temporal to the eternal.  It's a choice, an action, to redirect our attentions and put things in proper perspective.

So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal. 2 Cor. 4:18  

btw- the Greek word for poem "poema" is translated "masterpiece." Bravo, Lauren!



Susan J. Reinhardt said...

Hi Susan -

I could tell Lauren's poem was heartfelt. She poured it onto the page like liquid gold.

Susan :)

Karen Lange said...

Very heartfelt. So glad you shared it:)

quietspirit said...

An excellent use of words.

Marja said...

" It's out of my hands and into Yours..." I like that!!! Thanks for sharing!

Maria said...

very poignant.

Jeanette Levellie said...

How beautiful! Is Lauren your daughter? She got your gift for wriring, didn't she?

I know God will heal your broken heart, dear.


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Jean said...

What a talented family!

Beautiful thoughts.


lynnmosher said...

Oh, my! Tell Lauren this is beautiful and touching. Thank you for sharing it. Blessings...

Tamika: said...

"You're in between." Love that!

I'm so glad I stumbled across your blog:)

Rhonda Schrock said...

Lovely! What a blessing for you, knowing that her heart is to walk with God. From one mama to another, that is indeed a thrill.

Terri Tiffany said...

What a wonderful poem! This is totally relatable-- I could have written it (thought not as lovely) so many times during these past few years. Thank you so much!