Lord, Help Me I'm Scared

No job for income
In 4 long years--
Calls from creditors make me upset
Or bring me to tears.

Sometimes Mom and I
Have no money to buy
The medicines we need,
She says "don't tell anyone--I'm mortified".

She has a heart problem,
And bills to pay too--
Sometimes we're so depressed
We don't know what to do.

I don't want to be a whiner,
So I try to keep it to myself--
Others have it worse than we,
Starvation, war, and poor health.

I truly believe you're there
By our side--
To guide and love and help us,
But there are some days we just want to hide.

My earthly father never spent time with
Or encouraged his family.
I'm trying my hardest to handle things--
It's just You and Mom and me.

Mom gets upset and depressed,
So I try to encourage her--
Reminding her of the quotes and scriptures
She'd tape to my mirror.

I have diabetes--it runs in the family,
I know I can live with it, several in my family do.
I just need to stay on top of it and be able
To take care of Mom too.

We're still a work in progress--Mom's progress
May be more advanced than mine,
We just need you to hug and let us lean on you--
And remind us things will be fine.

We're glad You're our Savior--
We just need to give you our problems,
And hold on tight to Your hand.
As You say:  "don't worry, I've got them".