His.

It’s so easy to wrap my fingers

Around things that aren’t really mine

Holding on so tightly

Wanting life by my design

I cling to my own ideas

My future mapped out by me

I desperately try to control

The way things are going to be

Holding on so tightly

Can make me feel so very worn

And the things I thought I held together

I’ve really only torn

Letting go of what I want

Can seem a frightening thing

But really the most frightening

Is not giving it to My King.

When life seems chaotic

And I struggle to let go

I’ll lay what’s His down at His feet

And trust He’s in control