You saw that I was troubled with
A burden on my heart,
So focused on it that I missed
What You tried to impart.
A voice You knew I’d hear,
To remind me to focus on
The Lord who holds me dear.
Than that which I can’t change.
I need to do what I can do,
The rest, You will arrange.
A mark of weak belief,
And hold instead to Your guidance.
In You there is relief.
My pride and my dismay,
When neither one is greater than
The Lord, the one true way.
And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour
to his span of life? If then you are not able to do as small a thing as that,
why are you anxious about the rest?
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