Lay Fear to Rest

So often we fret and worry,

what tomorrow may behold.

A wrestle to stay young,

though time will bring the old.

I find it best to live,

in moments present now.

And if trouble comes the morrow,

then I’ll worry how.

For the present is not so bad,

your heart is beating still.

And God is ever watching,

just yonder on His hill.

Rest in the peace He brings,

enjoy every breath.

For our spirits live forever,

beyond all earthly death.

For now hold His hand,

trust His leading way.

For God will not forsake you,

just trust Him as you pray.

Cast your burdens unto Him,

release that wretched load.

And don’t worry ‘bout tomorrow,

for He’s already paved the road.

Jeffrey B. Quante IV

October 16, 2000