I align myself with universal timing.
I release the grasp I hold,
And I release the need to know,
And I let go.
For if I am not grasping,
There's nothing to control.
I release worry,
Stress,
And fear.
I do not look to the right.
I do not look to the left,
For it's the present that is here.
And I am reminded that my natural state of existence is to be in a state of complete harmony with all that is.
I curb my impulse to control,
For the outcome of my desire does not fit a cookie cutter mold.
When I hand it over to the creator,
The design of my desire takes a unique form of its own.
It may not look to be the way I hoped.
It may not be the time I planned.
And I may doubt and question where it stands.
But I know my work is of heart and spirit,
Not the practical mind of man.
So again I let go,
And I trust the creator has a grander plan.
Blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord,
Whose confidence is in him.
I shall stand tall like a tree planted by water,
That sends out its roots by the stream.
It does not fear when he comes.
Its leaves are always green.
It has no worries in a year of drought,
And never fails to bear fruit.
I cannot fall or fail.
When I trust,
I let go.
I flow.
I prevail.
I sit in stillness,
And I lay down with silence.
I hear the whispers of spirit,
And I feel the nudge of his hand.
It is better to trust in the Lord than to put your trust in man.
For he is able to do exceedingly,
Abundantly,
Above all and far more than we can.
I look at the perfection of nature,
And all that is so grand,
And I see it never uses force to grow.
It never prods or plans.
I see the lilies of the field.
They neither spin nor toil.
And if God closed the grass of the field,
Which is here today and gone tomorrow,
How much more will he guide my hand?
It is God who is before all things,
And in him all things hold together.
It is not me that is doing anything.
It is me that is being done.
Perfectly it all unfolds in the way of the mighty one.
I know that trying to control leads to ruin,
And in trying to grasp we lose.
When I am in disharmony,
I feel the push and pull.
When I am at rest,
I am in harmony with my soul.
Just as I breathe in,
I breathe out,
And I allow all to naturally unfold.
I choose to live by faith and not by sight.
I will not force and I will not plan.
Flexible I feel,
Supple enough to bend freely,
Without breaking,
Yielding readily.
I hold my hand to my heart,
And I release all attachments.
I stand centered.
I stand grounded.
I stand present.
I am again reminded,
Trust is not an action.
Trust is a state of rest,
And rest is a state of being.
I trust the Holy Spirit to guide me through this process,
And I pray for my highest good,
And for the highest good of all.
I am again reminded,
Trust is not an action.
Trust is a state of rest,
And rest is a state of being.
I am again reminded,
Trust is not an action.