Poem: His Control

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We all need to feel in control
To handle the storms of this life
My eyes must be fixed on a goal
So I overcome every strife

Yet saving myself is a burden
Where each day just adds one more weight
I long to go back to the garden
But is it already too late?

The gospel’s impossible flavor
Of yoke that is easy and light
Implies that Union with my Savior
Is how I and the world are made right!

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