You are aware of my troubles like no other,
And You understand my adversities completely.
Sometimes, I become so fearful my skin grows cold,
And it feels like I can hardly breathe.
I feel helpless, paralyzed with trepidation.
My heart is gripped by panic and an
Alarming apprehension of the future.
I’m afraid of so many things.
I’m fearful of people and of being alone,
Of never again experiencing happiness,
And of devastating economic catastrophe.
Father, it seems like the list never ends,
And I lack the courage to help myself,
Which I’m ashamed to admit—even to You.
I need You; there is no one else to help.
Be my strength, when I am weak.
Be my fortress, when my life crumbles
And my future is filled with foreboding.
Father, who else can I rely upon but You?
Sometimes I’m even afraid You don’t really care,
And that You really don’t intend to help.
I want to be strong and confident,
But I’m not strong—even though I feign that I am.
Give me strength and confidence, Father,
As I take a halting step forward—one foot at a time,
With nothing sustaining me but my trust in You,
Which I know to be fragile and tenuous.