I can stay in bed and hide under the covers or
I can push them off and face the day
I can drag myself to splash water on my face or
I can bounce with a spring in my step all the way
I can soak up the silence in the morning or
I can blast the morning news
I can find my way with the attitude I choose
Control, now I've got a whole lot
Control, I smile or I frown
Control, look, listen, watch
Anticipate and be ready
Control, I can throw in the towel if I want
Cards are dealt
How will I play?
Round and round they go now
STOP
Proverbs 8:34-36 "Blessed is the man who listens to me, Watching daily at my gates, Waiting at my doorposts. 'For he who finds me finds life and obtains favor from the Lord. 'But he who sins against me injures himself; All those who hate me love death.'" (NASB)
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I have been taking the time to read several posts this week on this word. Not easy to wrap my head around it. Have had some conversations about it. Do ww Ave any control really or does God have every bit of it? I love your poem. In this life we are given free will. Maybe that is not necessarily the same thing as control, but in that free will of choosing to see God in everything we are more accepting perhaps of His control. Visiting from #96.
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