Trusting

by James Riscinti

Now, how can I know, who I am here,

if I do not know, who I’ll be there.

With all my doubts and all my fears,

I think I’ll just sit, I think I’ll just stare.

Then God reminds me, the One who adores me,

by grace & mercy, goes aways before me.

For God has destined each step that I take,

all that is needed, all for my sake.

Yet I still tremble, yet I still fret,

prone to my sorrow, prone to regret.