Things are happening all around me and I just don't know what to do
People are saying things to me that I know are absolutely untrue
Yet I haven't got a voice in what's being decided in so many things
Knowing that some see me as irrelevant certainly has its stings
So I take my wounded self and proceed to sit upon the chilly ground
Waiting to see what will come about from everything "they have found"
Hoping that the truth will not be brushed aside like dust that flies away
But that from this apparent mess order can be restored and stay.
Yet who am I to tell the elements how they should be affecting the air
I don't have the power to shift the process of whats happening anywhere
I can only surrender to the wisdom of One who holds everything in His hand
Knowing that what He allows is always good though I may not understand.