Higher window

The pieces of my life lie scattered,
Some here, some there,
Like the incomplete Jigsaw puzzle.
Only You, who sees from the higher window,
Know how each piece fits in, and when!
Till then, help me walk with the assurance
That You, the Author and Perfector, of my faith….
are keeping that which I have committed,
Unto You, against that day.

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