In His Hands

With so much wrong in this world


I cannot decide who is to blame


I know not who causes poverty


Nor all the criminals could I name


 


I would like to change so many things


But I know not of their cause;


So without the proper knowledge,


I must stop and take a pause.


 


What do I have the right to change?


For we all are in His hands.


He knows what He is doing,


He is the creator of these lands.


 


Who am I to judge His work?


Or decide how to make things just?


The only thing I have knowledge to change


Is myself, and change myself I must.


 


I once heard a wise man say


That you, yourself has to be


The change in this world


That you would like to see


 


So I polish my own inadequate flaws


In hopes that one person’s turn


Would help others to notice


And for their own refinement yearn


 


God, please bless me with some patience


And compassion for others


And some understanding for those suffering


For they are my sisters and brothers


 


Grant me the serenity to accept things I can’t change


And courage to change the things that I can;


The wisdom to know the difference between them


And the sufficiency to better who I am;


 


I have the power to change myself


And to make this world a better place


So my morality grows and empathy improves


And those small changes promote the human race.

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