How fragile life may seem, when something frightens us.

A microscopic germ, this pernicious virus.

There’s peril in the air, death strolls through this portal

Thus we are awakened: we are merely mortal.

We “love” the illusion that we are in “control”,

So “shocked” when vile forces into our lives do roll.

Is ultimate control the lie in which you hope?

Uncertainty. Turmoil. Is fear how you will cope?

Even in darkest nights, He redeems ev’ry fright.

The wake up calls of life can point our hearts aright.

The providence of God, brings good out of evil.

In His sovereignty, rest, in times of upheaval.