I was unable to format this the way I wanted it, so the stanzas aren't separated out. It doesn't read quite the way I intended, but oh well. :)
A Lament on Being Anxious
Lord, what else can I do with a clouded mind,
but to let Your peace and goodness in?
Deliver me from the weight of exhaustion
and expel my anxious thoughts!
This sin-cursed body tires quickly,
I wake and already wish for night to come.
The days feel heavy and the sun travels slowly,
but the nights pass in seconds.
My attention is drawn from others to self,
so easily does my heart demand isolation,
and when I am alone, my thoughts are a blazing fire,
devouring, burning, and blurring my vision with smoke.
They seek to destroy any semblance of discernment I have left,
but Your Spirit brings clarity.
I cry out for mercy, for Your calming presence,
and You whisper peace into my weary soul.
You don't promise a lesser load,
but You do promise it will be lighter.
You promise rest in place of hurried sleep;
You make sense of my frantic thoughts.
Lord, You are good.
To who else can I turn when the days grow heavy,
and my thoughts begin to burn?
"The Lord is at hand; do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." ~ Philippians 4:5b-7
