Lord,
1. I’m agoraphobic –
It’s a thorn within my flesh,
For I must face the threat of dread
Each day.
2. When I’m away from safety,
And panic strikes afresh,
My desperation urges me
To pray.
3. So I rely on you, Lord,
My Comforter and Guide:
No matter where I am
You’re always near;
4. And you understand completely,
As you walk, Lord, at my side,
For in the grove
You shared this wretched fear.
References
1. To keep me from becoming proud, I was given a thorn in my flesh. […] Three times I begged the Lord to take it away. Each time he said, “My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness” (2 Corinthians 12:7-9; NLT).
2. My heart pounds in my chest. The terror of death assaults me. Fear and trembling overwhelm me, and I can’t stop shaking (Psalm 55:4-5; NLT).
When I am afraid, I put my trust in you (Psalm 56:3; NIV).
3. Even when I walk through the darkest valley, I will not be afraid, for you are close beside me. Your rod and your staff protect and comfort me (Psalm 23:4; NLT).
4. This High Priest of ours understands our weaknesses, for he faced all of the same testings we do (Hebrews 4:15; NLT).
They went to the olive grove called Gethsemane, and Jesus said, “Sit here while I go and pray.” He took Peter, James and John with him, and he became deeply troubled and distressed (Mark 14:32; NLT).
Being in anguish, he prayed more earnestly, and his sweat was like drops of blood falling to the ground (Luke 22:44; NIV).
