Poetic Blooms posted this picture prompt
When I complain
Then in a way
It is the same
As if I’d say
That I should be
The one to hold
The ball of green
And blue and gold
God, forgive me
When I pine
To know Your hand
Is over mine
Bestows a peace
Word cannot tell
Your Hand beneath
God, all is well
When I complain
Tis but to say
That God should plan
His way my way
God, I’m so glad
You know it all
And it’s Your Hand
Beneath the ball
© Janet Martin
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