Note: A poem about the faithfulness of God’s Word for someone dealing with an anxiety disorder. I’ve had a rough weekend with my anxiety over the last couple days. When it’s high, it’s so hard to trust anything, even the Word of God. This poem is a reminder to you, but most importantly to me, of how much I need to hold onto that Word that will never leave me high and dry.
Can I explain to you the importance of God’s Word?
See, my mind wanders a lot.
It goes back and forth, forth and back
I’ve learned I can’t really trust myself,
because my anxiety makes my brain lack.
What does it lack, you ask?
Peace, assurance, confidence, trust.
Oh, I want these things. I beg for these things.
But it seems that God doesn’t hear.
Those things, it doesn’t seem He brings.
I’ve been mad before.
Oh I’ve been furious. Pissed. Ticked.
Wondered how a good God could leave me like this.
I can’t trust myself? Seriously?
It seems my thought life’s been given a death kiss.
So what can I do?
The one and only hope I have
is clinging to the Word that always gives back.
The Word that says I’m loved
and God’s patience with me will never crack.
What does that Word say to me?
It says He’ll never leave nor forsake
though my mind wanders and doubts that all day.
It says He’s on my side all the time,
even when I feel the furthest away.
It says His love is greater than sin.
All I must do is let it in.
It says His patience is unparalleled,
so my heart will always be held.
It says don’t lean on my understanding
but trust Him with all, a sure standing.
It says He’ll support the blameless and meek
every single stinkin’ day of the week.
It says He’ll make straight my path
and overcome my foolish mental math.
See, if we’re to believe Romans 8:39,
that nothing can separate us from God’s love,
I need to hold onto that promise
even though it seems there’s no help from above.
Because my mind lies to me.
And I hate that every day.
But with God’s Word on my side,
I’ll be able to say,
I’m forgiven and loved, no matter how I feel.
I can trust Him with all, even when it seems unreal.
He’ll catch me when I fall, and hear my appeal.
It’s the only truth I know will hold me; it’s set in steel.
By A Ransomed Soul 