Every morning they rise and make me choose… faith or fear.
Faith stands tall with a light… calling. Quietly.
Fear rolls at my feet like an under current, longing to pull me down.
They both ask me to believe in something I cannot see.
Today I choose faith. Again, and again, and again.
When the difficult rises today, Lord… I trust you.
When the ugly words come… help me speak peace.
For the ones in pain today… I believe you heal.
And as loved ones travel home… guide them with your light.