Isn’t it good
I’m not given over—
over to my worry
and fear.
Even some hopes,
isn’t it good.
I’m not handed over.
Dreams that hold me,
isn’t it good
my will isn’t over
His.
Isn’t it so good.
Temporary is me.
Goodness is He.
May I tread here
often.
Isn’t it good
He surpasses every inch
of my mind.
Small mind.
Good is He.