Once again that heaviness of heart is here,
my eyes are full I feel them starting to tear.
I don't know the reason I can't begin to understand,
but I know I'm in the Master's hand.

I can't control the future nor will I try,
but I can determine to praise God even as I cry.
It does no good to worry or try to understand,
nor is it beneficial to try to plot a plan.

I'll spend the time praising our God up above,
the one who strengthens me with His love.
Praising the Father for all He's done,
also for the love and salvation offered by His Son.

Praising the Blessings bestowed on me,
for those I realize and those I neglect to see.
Praising the trials which I periodically face,
I know they are only restrained by His grace.

Praising for what I'm about to endure,
His strength will get me through of this I can be sure.
Praising for the time I've had to live,
may God find pleasure in the service I tried to give.

May I be forgiven of any oversight,
because serving my God is what I tried to do right.
I don't know what the future will be,
but I know in my heart God will take care of me.