Refuge

A million questions pacing, racing, running through your head,

Tell yourself that you can’t rest until the day that you are dead,

Peace and rest and solitude feel a thousand miles away,

Things to think and do and fear all moments of the day.

You wish that would could far outrun your racing, wheeling mind,

You long to drop your weighty fears and leave them far behind.

You yearn for one who knows the path, to make the tangles straight,

Someone to hold your weary heart when the nights grow dark and late.

Bring your stumbling, tripping, failing strength to the blood-stained wooden cross,

Let Jesus take what you can’t hold, your fear, your shame, your loss,

Feel it all slip through your fingers, a crumbling sacrifice,

Lay everything at His broken feet, give up your stormy life.

Lay down your spinning, churning, tossing thoughts, and let Him take them on,

Let go of what you can’t control, and let Him lead you home.

Those questions pacing, racing, running, will run themselves to dust,

Find refuge in Him who brings you peace, in Jesus place your trust.