Hitch-Hiker Fear

Sometimes he jumps on board
And dirties all the things of worth.
He fusses and he cusses
And he denigrates the earth.
He calls on disappointments
You have tried so hard to drop.
He uses unforgiveness.
Weights of rage you could not stop.
He smirks in thinking
Still the upper hand is strongly his.
But there’s a little fact that he
So vainly, still has missed.
You’ve had some wondrous rescues
And you’ve seen Creator’s Art.
You’ve let Him take the steering wheel
And blast your doubts apart.
The memories quicken hope and strength.
The sunshine greets your ride.
Evicted now, this Hitch-Hiker.
His bags thrown far outside.


(This would be a good time to read Psalm 37.)