by Donna Earnhardt (12/6/2018)
The moment I choose to worry,
A tiny weed appears.
Then burrowing in my soul’s garden–
it chains me to my fears.
And worry, with talon-like fingers,
rips through my peace and joys.
It strangles my thoughts to silence my song–
Drowns hope in its chaotic noise.
The moment I choose to trust Him,
my King the Eternal High Priest,
untangles my thoughts, restores my heart-song,
and a small seed of faith is released!
God’s perfect love wields perfect power…
His perfect Love casts out all fear –
Now worry no longer can chain me
for LOVE – God Himself — has come here!