Worry creeps in to this secret dwelling. My refuge, in this light, is a place of torment. Sitting alone, with none around, I bring this unrest on myself.
Lord, still my racing thoughts. All these things that I have left undone – this is your will.
Let me bring my thoughts into agreement with you. When in peace, let me think peace. When safe, let me think safety. When it is time for charity, let me think, love.