Past traumas become triggers, presenting in anger,

But really are fears in disguise.

Wounds become weapons in our self-protection,

And harm the ones standing close by.

Let’s name all our fears and entrust them to God,

Ending down-spirals and strife.

By actions of faith, we enter cycles of grace,

And find healing and newness of life.

A soul that’s abiding will soon start to rise,

Being filled with love, peace, joy, and power.

There are few things more needful to meet our hearts’ cries,

Than vessels of hope in our most trying hour.