Anxiety's Confession

I do not know what I shall be
Within a year, or month, or day;
Thy will, my Lord, I cannot see;
I know not how to make my way.

I do not know what I shall be
But fear thy Spirit might not guide
Me out of my iniquity
Or to the goodness at thy side.

I do not know what I shall be
If more by faith than sight I move
But know that my anxiety
Doth not my Master fear nor love.

So teach me what I ought to be:
A creature, who cannot command
The rains or snows to fall, like thee,
But waits, my Father, for thy hand.

I do not know what I shall be,
O Savior, when at last by grace,
Mine eyes enlightened, I shall see
And mirror thy most holy face.

—9/12/25

I. (n/a)
II. Gal 3:3; 5:16; Rom 5:5; 8:16
III. 2 Cor 5:7; Mal 1:6; Luke 10:41-42
IV. Job 38:28-29; Isa 28:16
V. Eph 1:18; 2 Cor 3:18; 1 John 3:2