Psalm 91:5-6
5 You will not fear the terror of night,
nor the arrow that flies by day,
6 nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness...
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There is a room in my mind where panic raids
And there I wander into my own bleak shades,
Where doors of anxiety creak from nowhere
As breathing pounds of uncertainty reborn,
That fear wrestles with havoc more than it seems
More a gruesome face lost in the dark from pain,
Trying to wax this riddled heart once more
As the pulse races on visions of traffic scenes and chill .
Yet, there is an inner candle that never snuffs
It lights my center, and banishes deep doubt,
A halo gleaming from so near, a calm I feel
This prayer of trust to One who knows my name--
For years, He has slid like waves in shimmering glade
Guiding me with lit instincts I have made,
Until peace glows in the soul... I am home
Knowing trust is the giver of life, ending my fear.
Chantelle Anne Cooke's Contest: Favorite Scripture
6/6/2020
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2020
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