Unrest we all feel, now and again,
Heartaches disrupt our peace,
Then we lose a dear friend,
And feel saddened and greatly displeased.

Jealousy and hatred, provoke wrongful acts,
Folks we thought were kind, we find stabbing us in the back.

But I made a decision, a long time ago,
To let The Good Lord handle, heartaches and woe.

Sure I'm hurt by evildoing misdeeds,
But behind the scenes He's workin' it out,
So I'm free to enjoy the life, He died to give me,
There's no doubt!