We worry and we fret
About so many things
It’s true we do
We are anxious all the time
What am I going to do today?
Is everyone all right?
What will happen if I get ill?
What if I lose my sight?
My father didn’t worry
When he came home from war
He didn’t let things get him down
He’d seen it all before
Although when illness took his health
And he was unemployed
Depression struck him for a time
And robbed him of his joy
And Jesus come to Martha’s house
Settles for a chat
But Martha anxious to cook a meal
Is having none of that
The Lord he gently scolds her
For letting cares abound
Come and sit beside me lass
Enjoy this holy ground
There’s only one thing matters
The Lord tells us today
Whatever else you plan to do
Find the time to pray
Find the time to sit quite still
Listen for the word
The Lord will quieten your anxious heart
He listens you are heard
Brian Fahy
5 October 2021