For All Those Things We Cannot Change

For all those things we cannot change

And all those things we do not know

For facts than none can rearrange

Of holding near or letting go

For high and low and in between

For faith and hope to cheer this day

For peace in spite of the unseen

We can do but one thing; we pray 

...and we pray, not to gods we see

Of sticks and stones or bricks and clay

We pray to He who tends the tree

And breaks the dark to light the day

We pray to He who sees beneath

The veil of flesh from heaven's throne

No frantic last resort is He

Who understands our wordless groan

No plea too great, no cry too small
This God who bends the wind, cups seas
Hears each sincere and selfless call
In Him there are no 'least of these'
So, for those things so hard to bear
Or understand, God grant that we
Within the solace of a prayer
May trust the answers, Lord, to Thee

© Janet Martin

Aren't you glad we can 'carry everything to God in prayer'?