Anxiety/ The Word.
Jan 19, 2023
How vulnerable you make me,
Dancing to your perfect pseudo-symphony.
In a vision, you showed me the trouble at my door.
To defeat, I submitted my all.
In an enclosed heart, you bound me with the chains of your majestic deficiency.
My hands you held, leading me to the path of fear.
The fear of becoming.
Be anxious for nothing… "The still voice on the pathway".
It took me to prayer and I petitioned.
In my petition, He sent me peace.
Peace, with an administration which transcended my understanding.
Yet, the vision of trouble did not change but I did with my eyes gazed on His word.
