the Illustrator

i know how i want it,
how i want my life to be,
but i also know He’s planned it,
He’s planned it all for me.

though i know it is up to Him,
i battle and i strife,
how He’s woven my story
with the threads of my life.
i dont agree with His chosen paths
at times, but i know
He loves me with His great, big heart
and it’s His love He’s trying to show.
He’s powerful, almighty,
and i guess i can see
that He always knows
what is better for me,
so i go along and pray
that He may hear my cry
along with those who surround me
masking my prayer, quiet and shy

at the end of the day
i let Him know
what i’ll let Him do
so His will can flow
and i always say,
He’s the author, writing the story
and i am the illustrator,
painting the story He wrote for me.