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I look at the cards that I?ve been dealt,
And often, to my shame,
I slap my hand to the table
And want to call the game.
I say that its not fair at all
To have to play this hand
When I sat down at this table
It?s not what I had planned.
Oh, what a foolish, stubborn heart
To lift up self and say
Unless I?m given better cards
I do not want to play.
So, give me wisdom Holy King,
And grace to understand
No matter what?s been dealt to me
The aces are in Your hands.
And so I sit here quietly,
And wait upon Your plan
And watch with anticipation
As You take every hand.
Sandra Boyte, Copyright 2004
Used With Permission
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