Lord, when the anxiety build within me
Can I still praise you?
When the storm hits will I turn my back?
I start to fall forward and am caught up in your arms
My obedience is lacking, I thought you had left me.
But no your there, a breath away,
Awaiting my stumbling steps, my flailing arms.
So you can steady me, a sobbing heap, a broken vessel.
Just so you can wipe my tears, finding that last shred of hidden strength,
You gather the pieces and prove me wrong,
Delighting on each shredded piece, as your Spirit guides them back together.
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