tips to lips

 Reigning in

My anxiety

Is like 

Roping

A bull

Into submission 

Submission

Obedience

Surrender

What you

Ask of me

Can I 

Do it

Rid myself

Of selfish need

For instant gratification 

Instead of awaiting

The will

Of a beautiful 

Father  who

Invites me

Into His arms

Will I accept

And trust

What I 

Can’t see

Yet has

Never forgotten me

A friend asked 

What was 

Troubling me

It’s the

What ifs

Again

And

Again 

He answers

My plight

By bringing

His power

From tips

To lips

I am

The 

I am