The Fight

My head is battling with my heart
Which will takeover:
overwhelming fears of the uncertain 
or His command to Joshua 

My brows are lined,
shoulders are tensed
My head is pounding,
as I try again 

Must I haggle with my heart
What price disbelief
My faith is running low  
as my palms are sweating cold

I am still wrestling with my thoughts 
How much longer?
Will my stakes rise? 
Why won’t I look into His eyes?

I tire as I fight my nature
To worry and to bear
My body is melting away
O Lord, hear my cry of dare

~ by iccthomas on June 10, 2011.

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