FoMo
a struggle as of late-a Fear of Missing out
somehow through life we fundamentally doubt
travel more. make better plans. get a raise.
nothing can satisfy but bringing Your praise
grumbling over plans lost. wavering over feeling alone
nothing but my selfish heart, lord, you desire to postpone
you invite me to dwell in the secret place
you quiet my spirit to rest in the always-awaiting grace
you wait regardless; in the midst of my wanderings
you are the Author, giving eye-opening ponderings
the one who knows what was and is, and is to come
one who can't compare present trials to glory in kingdom
focusing on the past; oh it debilitates my joy
come and bring your presence, no truer lasting joy
fixating on the future; oh it cripples me with fear
come and speak to my soul with promises near
i cannot do this life on my own understanding
whirls of comparing, questioning, a heart distrusting
thank you that being with you is always enough
thank you that you go before me, calling my bluff
you know me, after all!
you're the embodiment of wonderful
you love me, after all!
your radical nature catches my every fall
you want me, after all!
yours has no compare humanly possible
you're the prize i always wanted // you're the reason i can dance // you're the sole approval i've counted // you're the giver of chance after chance after chance
because your love casts everything else out
i am. not. missing. out.