Abide
Lost and adrift,
Let go of control,
No secure point of reference,
Nothing makes sense.
Internal panic,
Nervous energy collapse,
Alone in the journey,
State of unknown.
Can I trust God,
That I'll be alright,
That I don't have to know,
In Him alone abide.
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
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