Worry’s Futility

Worry like an unseen wraith 
Attempts to enter in my mind 
Begin its whirling round and round
To sink it’s tendrils deeper down 
Into my very being

It tries to enter through my eyes 
When I look at fearsome things 
Through whispers, shouts into my ears 
From voices all around me heard
So many filled with it 

It feeds on one, then the next 
Insatiable in it’s quest 
To rob the peace from all our lives
Turn us from the joy of light 
To wallow more in fear 

Like infection coursing round 
It becomes a running track  
In one’s thoughts it abounds
Makes one’s soul sick and spent 
It must be routed out

Let it point me though instead 
To bended knee, more bended heart 
To seek God’s help beyond myself 
To trust in Him, not worry’s plot
I do not welcome fear

I want not worry’s company 
Though grave concerns may be real 
I better take them to my LORD
Where I know right answers dwell 
Truly, worry never solves