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!

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