No time to worry,
Though the schedule is packed
The hours are short
Too much and too little,
Tasks and time.
But a short night, restless, no reason why.
A name comes out of the darkness.
A special and missed someone,
and suddenly, worry is all you can do.
Toss. Turn. Drift. Awake! Think.
It’s like a nightmare every few minutes.
You dare not drift again because
The awakening is too startling.
Now?
You have all the worry time you need.
What now?
Prayer. My burden bearer.
There’s no other way to think about it.
A voice speaks into the stress.
Tarry. Just an hour.
Again. One more time. Weary. Worn.
No answer, but a sweet release.
Rest on, my child, the voice says. “I’ve prayed.”
“I pray for them. I do not pray for the world but for those whom You have given Me, for they are Yours.” (John 17:9, NKJV)
My burden is lifting.
I must trust.
I know of no other way.
No time for worries but plenty of time for prayer.
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