I'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)