Where do I start my praise tonight,
With anger or with grace.
Neither will do me any good,
My wishes have no place.
Nor can I make it right.
The only good that I can do
Is trust You and Your might.
The frightened and the lost.
Then place the wicked in Your hands
And let You set the cost.
That’s outside my command,
But all that I can’t do, You can.
I place it in Your hand.
He is the Lord our God; his judgments are in all the
earth.

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