FearI'm scared, Lord, I admit my human fear,
My only comfort is to know that You are near
And realize that You alone can know
The future and this path that I must go.
You suffered too, and perhaps You were afraid
When all alone in Gethsemane You prayed:
“O Father God, let this cup pass from me;
Yet not My will, but Yours, what're it be.”
I also know You made this human frame
And that my soul, since trusting in Your Name
Belongs to You. Therefore securely I can rest
Believing, Lord, that You for me will work the best.
Honoria A. Groves
(Written for someone anxious about surgery)