Management to Mystery

I know not what's to come,
or exactly how it's to be played.
The details, should I ponder them,
with energies all my days.

Will we be taken away, or
will You return to stay.
Will this all pass away then
something new put in its place.

Do I need to manage,
to understand what's next.
To know its meaning,
so I can take my rest.

Or, is there something different,
something silly that seems bizarre.
Something that make no sense,
no sense of it at all.

Here's an ideal, something off the wall,
simple childlike trust in You
In You to manage it all.

Now it's a mystery, a mystery to me.
What's next Papa, I will shout,
with enthusiasm and an eagerness,
simple no doubt.

No worries about what's coming.
Not a care in the world.
Cause, I can see only my Savior,
the rest is a just blur.

So from management to mystery.
This is the way I'll move.

Richard.