Fear Grips

Fear grips my heart, and I can only pray
to You, O God, Who stands beyond all fear,
I want that they--and You--just go away,
then I’ll see maybe, once the fog is clear.

Why me, O God, why do You pick on me?
Why push me so to follow where You lead?
Out of the depths I cry, “Just let me be,”
more noise and fog’s the last thing that I need.

Why must I see You lying by the road,
my Good Samaritan You make me face,
You warn me not to kick against the goad,
You promise me You’ll give sufficient grace.

Grace is not cheap, O Lord, come to my aid,
You whisper soft, “My son, be not afraid.”

by  Pete Voelz      1/9/14