
I cannot change biology, I know.
I cannot strip the seasons of their weight.
I fight and fret to get my mind to slow.
I will not e’er be freed this anxious state.
My life is often tension, sometimes ease.
I wrestle with my measure of control.
But God reigns over all my -ologies,
And he remains the Shepherd of my soul.
I do not want this lot, but it is mine
To steward till the Master comes again.
I may now shudder, but I also shine
With grace sufficient from the Light of men.
My mind and heart malfunction. He redeems
And leads my anxious mind by peaceful streams.
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