Submission - by Laura Doyel

Those days when my life was the prayer
all I could do was submit to my lot.
I could see how good the Lord was
even in my pain.
The storm raged, then quieted, and ever so slowly passed by.

And now,
Now I am seasoned and speckled with gray
Still accepting my lot
Giving in to His way
Knowing that I am among the lucky few.