In Control

In Control Lord, I don't want to be in control of this life, For the results are always sorrow and strife. I return it all, all that I am Back into Your hands, I am at Your command. Take these hands, these feet, these eyes, This heart, these lips, these ears of mine. I give them all, and eagerly so, Back to You, that You may have control. You are the potter, I am the clay; You fashioned this form that I am today. So this day Lord, I consciously choose, To give all back unto You, of self-will I pray let me loose.

© Shammah