To Leave

Aug. 20, 1996 (This poem is dedicated to my loving wife Lynne.)

Fears and frets I want to leave,

but how can this be done?

Freedom's cost and what is lost,

by being worrisome.

Wanting relief from constant grief,

I lift my arms this hour.

He whispers to me, I can be free,

by trusting in His power.

So Jesus I pray, give peace this day,

to soulful frets and strife.

Turn all my cares to trusting prayers,

and guide me to new life.