This is me without You.
I will do something wrong.
I will fail somehow.
I’ve awoken with a pressured heart
alerting me I am still a baby.
I am still allowing the joy found in
You, escape me.
I forget this beautiful day before me
because my chest has given anxiety leeway.
Show, Jesus, the still small voice,
the gentle hand You lead, hold me by when I am unsure.
Your face I long to see.
You’re not just a friend, but my Fighter.
My stronghold, fortress I run for
when I need to be with You.
No person, place or thing
replaces the bubbling truth:
Only with Your counsel can I
do life big enough to shine
Your never changing glory.
I am holding on to the belief
this small beginning is a stream,
a way out from the desert wasteland.