Worry

I stand before the clocks again
Inside the copper room
And as I hear the ticking noise
I can sense my doom
My heart begins to panic
As I see the hands
Whirl around the gleaming faces
Mocking all my plans
"No time, no time!"
The clocks all chime
Swinging together
In endless rhyme
"You have no time
To do what you must
You will fail all
And betray all their trust
And what about the times
You can't control it all
Something will go wrong
Someone will drop the ball
You can control nothing
So many things may fail
And once you make a mistake
Yours will be a lonely tale"
I could think of many things
Approaching in my life
That could lead to heartache
Embarrassment or strife
And as I stood in the room
The clocks stopped their chime
The room was suddenly quiet
I lost all count of time
I realized the voice of the clocks
Was, in fact, my own
As I worried on my fears
A practice too well known
I stood in the room
With the gleaming copper fare
And realized that worrying
Wouldn't take me anywhere
God alone was in charge
My life was in His hands
Everything would work for good
According to His plans
Even if I died today
I have everything I need
Peace is found in Christ alone
My Savior and my King
Worry can get me no where
So I'll pray to Him instead
Prayer is worry redefined
Worry given to the Bread
Life may not turn out the way I want
Or the way I've planned
But I know Him and trust Him
Who holds all in His hands
As I walked out the door
Away from the clock room
I had lost the feeling
Of uncertainty or doom
As some say
You don't have to know
The when or how or would
But trust in the Who
Is loves you and is good
Peace is not ignorance
Or denying what you feel
But, instead, is knowing God
Is your Father and is real
I left that day trusting Him
I won't return to the clocks in a hurry
But will go on my way
Trusting in Him instead of worry