I love an old adage
From friends tried and true
If ever there’s too much
to think about and to do
“Don’t fret about it…”
Worrying constantly
and tied in a wad
To be anxious is wearing
A devouring monster
Who seeks to consume
Hear words of comfort
Life’s seasons all pass
There much to give thanks for
Let it go, “Now don’t fret!”
Charlotte-Anne Allen
In this life of ours
It’s those unexpected things
That make us scratch out heads!
What’s in, is now out
What’s up, is now down
We wonder what’s to be done!
We turn ourselves this way and that
Full of worry and of fret
To focus on the ills and strife!
Oh God, remind us Your ways are straight
Through ups and down and ins and outs
When we turn our eyes toward You
Oh Lord, when I worry
And my world is spinning ‘round
Please cease the racing spirals
That try to make me fall
I know You say to trust You
That in troubles I’m not alone
But like great gobbling monsters
They rise to tear me down
So, Lord, when I worry
When I fret that all’s not well
Please touch me with your presence
And strike those monsters down
Remind me just to trust You
Discover calm amidst those storms
For in Your quiet presence
There’s strength to carry on
The Still Small Voice 