Anxiety is a fiend that sinks its fangs
into my heart, my mind, my soul.
It claws, finding flaws in
All I believe is secure.
It drains my glass of hope
And throws rocks at faith,
All my dreams of a future so carefully worked out.
Anxiety is like a heavy cloak
Carrying the weight of that which might never come to pass.
Drenched in so much worrying rain that
It is impossible to continue walking towards the dawn of
New possibilities.
Shut the window.
Keep it out.
But anxiety slips through the cracks,
Like the ice-cold wind on a winter’s day.

Magdalen Smith

Philippians 4:6-7 (The Message)
Don’t fret or worry. Instead of worrying, pray.
Let petitions and praises shape your worries into prayers, letting God know your concerns.
Before you know it, a sense of God’s wholeness, everything coming together for good,
   will come and settle you down.
It’s wonderful what happens when Christ displaces worry at the centre of your life.