by Lucy M. Young

Here I am again, Lord,
My worries clutched in my beseeching hands.
I have to pay the monthly bills
And there's so little money.
How do I divide and spread it out among them all?
How trivial my puny little troubles must appear
To You who must control the universe;
And yet I come to You each day for guidance,
Knowing Your gentle heart and loving arms
Will hold me,
Leading me with tender patience
Through the turmoil of my day,
Helping me to know what I must do.
No human difficulty is too insignificant
For Your attention;
And, busy as You are, You'll find the time
To solve whatever problems, great or small,
I bring to You.
I thank You, Lord,
For always being there for me;
And pray that I may keep from disappointing You
As I strive to know and do Your will each day.
