Life. - Poem by Miranda Stoltz
So many choices.
So many ways.
But all we do is count our days.
We need to stop, slow down.
Live day to day.
Don't let it be about this way or that way.
Put your life in God's hands.
Let him think about the choices.
Let him think about the ways.
Don't count your days.
Put everything in God's hands.
Then life will go it's own way, the right way.
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