WHY?

Why is it that while
I grin on park swings
wind in my hair I
acquire wings?

Why can’t I always let your love
siphon the air from my chest
why can’t I always be at peace
contented and in perfect rest?

Why is it fear must grab my neck
and steal my breath instead?
Why do I live in a constant state
of anxiety and dread?

Why can’t I yet be free if this
but struggle daily through?
This isn’t helping anything-
not from my point of view.

Why can’t I just live drowned in love
submerged in it each day?
It would cast my fear and fill me up
the dread would run away.

Why can’t I fully trust in you
and still hold on to shaky fears?
Why do I do this to myself-
why have I done this all these years?

Take my weakness and my doubt
fill me up, Lord- cast this out.
Stop my breath with your love
fill this heart with faith devout.