Hands to Trust

UPDATE: I forgot to tell you I wrote that! Sorry!!!


The pinecones were falling,
The weather had turned cold,
The leaves were turning colors of
red, brown and gold.

Thanksgiving was nearing,
and the family was due
to come feast with us,
like they always do.

Little cousins and Uncles,
and Grandmothers too,
Aunts and Grandads,
we had quite a few

Grandma was in the kitchen
baking some bread,
I was watching Kay play.
missing the hair on her head.

You see, Kay had leukemia,
and she wasn't getting well.
She had seen many docters,
but very little they could tell.

They said it was bad,
she wouldn't live very long,
we said she'd get through it,
though they said we were wrong.

How could God allow it?
Did He even care at all,
how could He sit there and
watch His little girl fall.

I thought this a lot,
and in my mind I would say
'If God cared at all,
He would heal my little Kay.'

Then the little angel,
who was only nine,
came and sat down beside me
and put her hand into mine.

She looked up at me,
I dried up my tears,
I looked into her eyes,
in them was no fear.

She said to me,
with her very soft voice
'God has a home for me,
it is only His choice.'

'Don't be upset Stace, it's ok
to cry. It's not all
God's fault,
I'm ready to fly.

'It is all His fault,
It angers me so,
no Kay, you can't die,
I'm not ready to let go.'

'How can you say that?
You know He loves you,
you cannot hate Him
for the things that He'll do.'

'How can you be angry with him
for the things that he does,
He does it for you,
the one that He loves.'

'I know it is hard to think
He loves you even when,
He takes something from
you against your whim'

'It's His choice alone, and His
it shall be, whether
He let's me live or gives
me my wings.'

'You have to trust Him,
it's for your own good,
He'll do what's right,
trust Him you should.'

I stared at the little girl
with my mouth open wide,
I looked at her and knew
that she didn't lie.

It had to be true, He
was doing what's best,
I'd do what I could, and let
Him handle the rest.

I told God I was sorry,
for not trusting Him,
for being angry and thinking
bad things about Him.

The family sat around the
table, and we began to pray.
We thanked God for the the sunshine,
and for the beautiful day.

After we ate,
we exchanged funny tales
then the kids went and played
with hay bales.

I rembered that day,
as we sat on my bed,
13 years later with Kay
as we read.

My sister, little Kay,
is now 22 years of age,
she finally escaped
from her cancerous cage.

God chose His way,
and I thank Him each day,
for working the way He does,
in His mysterious way.


"Trust in the Lord your God and lean not on your own understanding."
Proverbs 3:5


Kait