I'm Being Pursued

My worries seem to follow me,

Though I try to let go,
As if they know something’s amiss
That I do not yet know.
 
I feel them breathing down my neck,
I cannot quite break free.
They’re always right there whispering
Their dire thoughts to me.
 
I try to give them up to You,
But then I call them back.
By then they’ve always multiplied
And are on the attack.
 
So once again, Lord, here I am,
With worries on my tail
And little doubt that, at this rate,
They’re likely to prevail.
 
So if You’ll take them back once more
This time I’ll let them stay.
I’ll hold on to Your promises
And cast my qualms away.
 
1 Peter 5:7
Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.