Fear grips,
Panic takes hold.
Restricting, Consuming,
helplessness leaves me
feeling weak and cold.

Running away,
I bow my head and hide.
In denial and disbelief,
I long to hide in my bed,
blanketed in sorrow.

Without strength,
Without power,
I wander aimlessly.
Till finally I turn to you,
broken for repair.

For every step and every breath,
God still is in control

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