Worry is but a Thought in the Cavern of our Hearts

In the deepest cavern of our hearts, worry is just a stranger.  A distant echo we refuse to hear.
We tread paths free of danger, where doubt is just a whisper on the wind.

When worry fades, and the Lord takes control; our days stretch longer, and our smiles are whole.
We give Him our thanks for His boundless love and grace, because of His embrace, we find our rightful place.

The Lord guides us through the dark, keeping us safe and sound.  Until we meet Him in glory, we are found through Christ Jesus.
Forever we’ll worship, forever we’ll sing.  In eternal praise will our hearts spring.

Thanksgiving is but a day to declare our thanks. Yet yearlong and daily let us show our care.
Though some days bring sorrow and despair, His faithfulness is beyond compare.

With every new morn, hope renews with the sunrise. In the Lord’s trust, we never lose.
And endless peace fills our soul. In Him, because of Him, we are whole.