"Worry"

Poem

Worry wakes the restful heart,

and leads the mind into the dark

Taken by the precious hand,

peace is led to desperate lands

Wound tighter and tighter as coils condensed,

A dreadful thirst that won’t be quenched

The smile escapes and is replaced,

as worry takes it wretched place

Strong is he, that worry be,

rooted down and planted deep

Until removed by blessed peace,

that Christ Himself may only bring.