quietly

leave it all quietly to God

my soul

the past mistakes

that left

the scars.

all bitterness

beyond control,

that mars

His peace,

demands its toll.

confessed to Him

. . . and left . . .

it would,

like all things

work together

for my good,

and bring release,

I would be whole.

so

leave it all quietly to God

my soul.

- ruth bell graham -