Worrying For Naught
My worry started very early in the day;
by noon my worry had festered
and was well on it's way.
I got down on my knees to pray;
please Lord, take this worry away.
By night, I realized my worry was here to stay.
I laid down to sleep, with worry still on my mind;
I tossed and turned all night long
and awoke to a worry of a different kind.
I prayed again and asked the Lord for help-
Father, I asked, why haven't you aided me
And your promises not kept?
"Take your burdens to the Lord and leave them there"
is all He asked us to do.
I looked back and saw my worry
for all that it was -
something that did not happen,
as worry seldom does.
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