“He’s got the whole world in His hands.
He’s got the whole wide world in His hands.
He’s got the whole world in His hands.
He’s got the whole world in His hands. ”
I woke up singing this song and couldn’t get it out of my head.
So I started singing “Frosty, the snowman was a jolly happy soul.”
Now I have two songs stuck in my head and sometimes I sing that “Frosty has the whole world in his corn-cob pipe!” haha
Why did I wake up singing this song? Is it because I feel like I have the whole world on my shoulders? That’s my own fault. I am no more in control of the things of this world as I am how much snow we get this winter.
But I know the One who is and He’s got the whole entire thing in His hands.
He’s got the gal who just heard the cancer diagnosis.
He’s got the baby who can’t stop crying from unsolicited drug addiction.
He’s got the guy who is in rehab wanting to do it right this time.
He’s got the family who lost their home to fire.
He’s got the momma who doesn’t know where the next meal will come from.
He’s got the wife who is running for safety from the abuser.
He’s got the one who seems to have it all together on the outside but is falling apart on the inside.
He’s got the preacher and the teacher and the engineer and the doctor and the nurse and the stay-at-home mom and the unemployed and the rich and the famous and the poor and the weak.
He’s got the whole world in His hands.
Give Him yours so you can rest.
