A Prayer

When fear’s death grip on my heart shakes me relentlessly out of my 3 am sleep, and when anxiety schemes to capture my mind like a prisoner of war, may my weak and tired legs run….

To still waters

To green pastures

To hope valleys

And to the illumination that your creation robed in majestic beauty does not...

Toil for results

Fight the seasons

Strain for provision 

May every sense, every part of me, respond to darkness shattering light and to Love’s eternal and unconditional embrace.

And then I will feast on Your rest, enclosed under a canopy divine where I will be reminded by endless sweet truth whispers that I am loved.  I will close my eyes as I hear Grace’s lullaby, aware of my liberation from fear’s chains, now bound by cords of peace.