The pressure to do,
to really, really move
and get on with it
and snap, snap, quick, quick,
no time to waste,
sign it in haste,
because you'd really hate
to leave it too late,
don't sit down and wait!
I feel that too.
It's the gnawing, agitating, niggle of a feeling
that won't leave me alone when I get round to sleeping,
or, rather, struggle to get to that bit
with my heart, pounding,
breathing, catching,
ragged
staggered,
tossed upon the breeze
of airy, fairy
oops-a-daisy;
I can't relax -
this is driving me crazy!
But the thing is,
amongst that panic,
the shrieking of strings
on seventeen violins
and the scent of adrenaline,
there's a Still Voice -
and I have a choice.
I can listen to the amateur dramatics
and the fuzzy sound of static
coming from my mind's attic -
or I can drown out the traffic
of these anxious antics
with a conscious decision not to just panic!
And when I listen
to the wisdom
that when you knock, is never hidden
I find a sense of peace within;
a pattern to the rhythm!
Sometimes it's time to move
you have to up and go
when you get The Call
you hear it loud,
you know that you know that you know.
And just in the same way,
when you need to ride the pace
you'll know with more than intuition
to take your time on the decision
and the anxiousness
of the rush/rush
is not any way to be living.
And by the same token
everything has a season
and I'm not broken
if mine doesn't fit your reason...
Because I follow God,
and the guidance of His Spirit
so no, I'm not letting life go by
I'm relying on my Standby,
and there's an absence of anxiousness
no sudden pirouette of mega-stress,
in the presence of my Advocate.
So thank You, Lord,
for Your counsel,
though it leads others to wonder,
I know I can depend on Your strength and comfort
no matter what pressure I'm under.
