This beautiful confusion,
with peace so sweet -
It bids me sit at my Savior's feet.
This beautiful confusion,
out of restless heart and will -
It bids me come and, at His toes, be still.
For what have I gained if I plant my own thoughts?
And what have I gained if everything is lost?
This beautiful confusion,
a simple open door -
Bids me remember what this life is for.
For in beautiful confusion,
I fear not the coming day -
It bids me sleep in peace,
with worry far away.
©2005 Alyssa Kate Grinstead
"Those that cling to worthless idols forfeit the grace that could be theirs." [[Jonah 2:8]]
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