The Culprits Of Chagrin

I wrote this short poem today in my frustration regarding finals. Go figure. Thinking about the neon signs of frustration branded across everyone's foreheads, the marks of nervousness and anxiety evident in each person's mood, and each and everyone's clear yearning to be home with family and friends--it has all made me realize something we're all forgetting... God's goodness, even in chaos. I hope this is a little encouraging.

(I also received a letter from my dear friend Allison today, in which was enclosed an index card with a passage from Psalm 62. This was part of my inspiration as well.)

Only a few more days friends. We can make it. :)


Today, anxieties tickle our doorsteps.
They rap with an agonizing impatience.
And our eyes clamp tightly with a grimace.
But we will not let them in.
We remain quiet. Still. 
And we continue on.

The culprits of chagrin have found us.
Their fingernails claw at our doors
with a yearning to enter. 
But we will not let them in. 
We remain quiet. Still. 
And we continue on.

As worry fevers our minds,
frustration escapes our hearts.
Our emotions ebb and flow,
and disaster does it's best to writhe it's way in.
But we will not let it in.
We remain quiet. Still.
And we continue on.

The delirium and confusion rage.
But somehow we have found peace.
Can it be so? 
Oh Lord, our God it is you.
Oh our soul's glory, it is You.
You are our rock.
Your peace and joy
delight our hearts.
And we will let them in.
But we remain quiet. Still.
And in silence we continue on.
For our hope is from You.