COMFORT

Lord I tried,

Sometimes it is hard to stop, breathe and live.

Cares of this world shifts my gaze,

Uncertainties sway me,

The struggle for sustenance, what to clothe with,

And the hassles to acquire abundance distress my days,

As if my whole existence offered just these.

 

I lay down but worries outrun me,

What will the outcome of my life be?

I crave the highest of achievements,

Oh, how I desire great influence.

I fear my peers will fare better than I,

Judging myself with another who is different on his own course,

Vanity exhausts my days, anxiety wrinkles me.

 

Your percepts demands actions,

So why do I nothing with that which you have spoken,

But concern myself with besetting weights?

I heap up substance for fear of lack,

But shortage bangs my door like a friend in the morning.

I deliberate your instructions, but I follow distractions which drives me aground.

 

My Lord, My God,

Forgive me for I drifted off and turmoil blows me back to you,

Deal with me not according to my folly,

I already lost without you.

I will now lift my hands and sing of your majesty,

Your word is crested twice in my heart that I err not again,

I desire my life in shalom as was fashioned before I perceived time.

 

Who has first given to you, that you should repay?

Everything under heaven is yours.

I surrender my worries and cares to you,

I have heard of you by the hearing of ear,

But now my eyes see,

Your purpose for me cannot be thwarted,

In this I am greatly comforted.