I am going to trust you Lord, with everything. My hand is outstretched I am placing all these worries and troubles, anxieties and sorrows in your hands. I’ll admit I am afraid, afraid to let go of what feels like control. But I know that even when my hand guides it, theres no denying it. Your plain prevails, mine always fails. So let me step back and set aside my pride. Let me say Lord I’m letting go here is my life, take control.