Father Father please help me!
This anxiety is overwhelming.
This fear consumes me.
It is like a great flame surrounding me.
It consumes me with all my thoughts.
I worry about the future oh Lord!
The only living God,
The Creator of the Heavens,
The Sculptor of the Earth,
I come before you anxious of tomorrow,
The enemy is at the door,
Great beasts surround my home,
Sin is always waiting to consume my very soul,
Why must we toil oh God!
The very ground that we walk is cursed.
We sow a plentiful harvest
We craft wonderful buildings
We build great houses and fortunes
But in the end everything is meaningless
The harvest does not satisfy
The buildings end up falling
And our fortunes are divided and scattered
Everything is vain
Everything is ashes and dust
You, oh Heavenly God
The creator of the beasts of the land
The sculpture of the birds of the air
You, God almighty expose the idols of the heart of men
The idol of the harvest
The false god of safety
The graven image of fortunes
For what is fear? What does it do to a man?
Fear exposes and cast light to who we really serve
What does a man really serve when anxiety about the future is upon him?
Father, father! I come before you in the name of your son!
I am in the storm, I am in the fire,
I am burning with the worries of tomorrow,
Death is on my doorstep,
Judgement awaits me
Please lift these clouds from me, from my soul
I am afraid
Creator of the sky
Creator of the sea
What is true treasure?
Can anyone fathom it?
Can anyone truly see or comprehend the true riches you hold?
Is there anything greater than your Son?
Is there anything more powerful than your gospel of salvation?
Is there anything more precious than the blood of the lamb that was slain before the foundations of the world?
Why should I be afraid? Why should I worry?
You feed the birds in the air and creatures of the field
Am I not more precious than these?
How great are you powerful almighty God?
You who created Man from the dust of the ground and breathed life into him?
How great is the one true God?
He walks and parts the seas
He rebukes the storms
He crafted the Earth with just His word.
But this is not what truly makes you great of Holy Father
What makes our Holy God great?
He is the comforter of our sorrows
He is the small voice in the storm telling us to rest.
His rod disciplines his children
His staff guides our ways.
He anoints our heads with His Holy Spirit
The cups of our joy overflows
Love and goodness overflows to those who have faith in you
and follows your commandments
To believe in the name of your Son.
Yes God, please give me rest
Please give me comfort through this trial
Give me a spirit of meekness and repentance as I go through this trial
Craft this heart of clay into more of the image of your Son
To do away with the pride of my youth
And the idols of my flesh
Teach me to trust and lean more into you, God.
My sacrifice, O God, is a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart you, God, will not despise
Teach me to enter into your rest, and to trust in your ways
Forever and ever.