The Lord shall fight for you,
and ye shall hold your peace.
Exodus 14:14
This ancient foe called Worry,
A ruthless buccaneer,
Whose weapons are destructive.
Depression, doubt, and fear,
Still seeks to conquer daily,
Controls a motley crew,
In subtle forms of mischief,
His deadly work to do.
He boards the storm-tossed vessel,
This pirate in the strife,
And robs the weary traveller
Who sails the sea of life.
He takes the heart's rich treasures,
And plunders gems of sleep:
He takes, but leaves behind him,
A tortured mind to keep!
O pow'r that ever triumphs-
Effectual fervent prayer!
O Love that lifts all burdens
With tender hands of care!
O peace, a mighty fortress,
Encircling day by day!
O grace that keeps securely
And drives the foe away!
Then trust the heavenly Captain,
He is a Man of War,
To apprehend the tyrant,
And silence evermore.
He comes along your vessel,
O bid Him take the helm!
Then worry with its flurry.
His pow'r shall overwhelm.
Gird up, with cords of promise,
The loins of the mind;
Recount the lavish blessings
Along life's path you find;
In holy concentration,
With grateful heart aglow,
This ancient foe called Worry,
No longer shall you know!
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