So here I am again
With my hands all full of worry
As usual I cannot see
My vision's getting blurry.
Where are my worry glasses
The ones that stop the fear?
God had them made especially
So the pieces would be clear.
Those pieces of my life
That God so gently nuzzles
To make them fit together
Like a giant jigsaw puzzle.
One night I was "mid-worry"
I felt something brush my face
All the pieces I had knocked awry
Were suddenly in place.
Where did I put those glasses
So I can clearly see
God crafts the jigsaw puzzle
And makes the pieces fit for me.
