Lord, I'm filled with anxiety
I'm finding it difficult to breathe.
My vision is getting blurry,
It's becoming difficult to see.
I'm stranded in the winter wind
With no coat, no hat, or gloves.
Lord, I need the life-giving warmth
I've found only in your love.
But the enemy has me trapped,
He blocks my cry for your protection.
I cannot feel your presence, Lord,
Nor can I get your attention.
At times like this, I wonder
Is it you, or is it me?
Are you really absent,
Or am I just too blind to see?
Either way, it's terrifying
For when you're out of my sight,
I struggle with the possibility
That darkness has overcome the light.
But when I stop and breathe,
I can recall the remedy.
When l lift my voice in praise,
The sound drowns out the enemy.
The deceitful one of this world,
Hates for you, Lord, to be raised high,
So when he hears me praising
He can only stomp his feet and cry.
Because just like any other bully,
His strength is all facade.
It's a paper-thin veneer,
An approximation of you, my God.
So the heavenly angels shake their heads.
As they jeer and laugh at him.
For it is absurd that this fallen angel
Could oppose the Lord and win.
Satan's power comes from his lies
And sometimes he can convince us.
But when we resist and praise you, Lord,
In our praise, he is crushed.
©Linda Troxell