I plan,  
I schedule,  
I envision,  
Dreams take shape within my heart,  
And my mind whispers, Yes, go forth.

Yet, like clay in the Potter’s hands,  
My fate is His to mold.  
Men may plan, but God ordains.  

I surrender—  
Not my will, but His be done.  
A child stepping beyond her parents' shadow,  
A woman facing the world's vast unknown,  
I long to be wrapped in the Almighty.  

For my strength will fail me—  
In this crash,  
In this rush,  
In this restless universe.  

Yet in Him alone,  
My spirit and soul  
Say Yes.