My memories are like balls of yarn
Which from my basket spill
And I watch as all those threads of life
Go tumbling down the hill!
So lately I’ve been wondering when
Just when those balls will slow
So they can be knit back again
Into neat tighter rows
But then my Lord reminds me
In whose hands our lives are held
And how through every thread of life
He will His story tell
I will praise you for I am fearfully and wonderfully made
Marvelous are your works, and that my soul knows very well.
Psalm 139:14 NKJV