I surrender

Things are happening all around me and I just don't know what to do
People are  saying things to me that I know are absolutely untrue
Yet I haven't got a voice in what's being decided in so many things
Knowing that some see me  as irrelevant certainly has its stings

So I take my wounded self and proceed to sit upon the chilly ground
Waiting to see what will come about from everything  "they have found"
Hoping that the truth will not be brushed aside like dust that flies away
 But  that from this apparent mess order can be restored and stay.

Yet who am I to tell the elements how they should be affecting  the air
I don't have the  power to shift  the process of whats happening anywhere
I can only surrender to the wisdom of  One who holds everything in His hand
Knowing  that what He allows is always good though I  may not understand.