At times it seems that life is cruel;
For we are pawns in the hands of God.
Whether rich or poor it is His Rule;
He reigns above with His un-spared rod.
Omnipotent is the God of love
That sees and knows all that's done.
If we should take from Him above,
Remember His Death, our souls He won.
So take my life I cry to Thee,
You, who art my God, and Ruling King.
For even Moses and the prophets could not see
What a God of love and grace could bring.
My God, My God I am Your pawn
That needs Your guidance from dusk till dawn.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Pawns in the Hands of God
A Poem by Shannon Huetter