My barometer falls
While the pressure inside me builds.
My heart is ready to release its torrent of anxiety
And destroy whatever is in its path.
How does one stop the onslaught?
How does one hold back the wind and the rain?
Left unchecked, it will uproot me
Leaving me to wither and die
And become but tinder.
Rescue me, Lord.
Save me from the cyclone.
Shelter me from the wicked winds.
Keep me dry and rooted
In the security of Your arms.
-Anonymous
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