Poetry Come What May

Every which wayIt all goes wrongA no good very bad month, week, day!Until I trow up my handsAllow frustration sway.But…Only for a moment of time,Because I knowEven in thisHe’s in controlAnd I can safelyTrust his plans.So, I will pray, stand, stay,Choose to follow ChristCome what may,From here to eternityTomorrow...today.By Carolyn R Scheidies