Psalm 18; 16 & 19

Why am I troubled by old fears,

Fears that no longer shadow me?

The worries that no longer touch me

Still haunt my waking dreams.

Have I lived so long in their turbulence

That I cannot rest on a peaceful shore?

Even when I was tossed in their waves

You always carried me to shore

Settled me on a safe rock

Until I let go of your hand and slipped back in.

Help me to remember that I can rest on the shore,

Out of the tossing storm,

And all I have to do is remember

That I am holding your hand,

And that you are holding me in your arms.

Psalm 18

 16 He reached down from on high and took hold of me;
   he drew me out of deep waters.
19 He brought me out into a spacious place;
   he rescued me because he delighted in me.