I had my plans all set in place,
My day laid out just right.
Then, without warning, it all changed
And my plans all took flight.
With no hope they’d return.
I don’t know why I still make plans…
You’d think, by now, I’d learn.
I did as I was asked.
I can’t complain if I am blessed
Each time I find I’m tasked.
It seems each chore You hand to me
Is filled with such delight
That I have no complaints to make,
No wrongs to be made right.
They were of small value,
And reminding me that Your plans
Are what I want to do!
Many are the plans in the mind of a man, but it is the
purpose of the Lord that will stand.
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