Storm Tossed

I had my life under control,

Everything was in place,
But I was relying on me
And not upon His grace.
 
I had my ducks all in a row,
And moving in a line,
But I’m not in charge of my life.
That falls to The Divine.
 
For we’re not meant to trust ourselves
When caught in life’s fierce gale,
But are to call upon His strength
And know that He’ll prevail.
 
So when I get my life in line,
Thinking I’m living large,
He takes a moment to show me
That He’s the one in charge.
 
Reminding me that He is there
And waiting for my call,
That He will shield me in the storm,
Or lift me when I fall.