My heart pounds in my chest.
The terror of death assaults me.
5 Fear and trembling overwhelm me,
and I can’t stop shaking.
6 Oh, that I had wings like a dove;
then I would fly away and rest!
7 I would fly far away
to the quiet of the wilderness. Interlude
8 How quickly I would escape—
far from this wild storm of hatred. Psalm 55:4-8
Short answer? Pray. In this awful time of turmoil and trouble in the world, I remember there is one who watches over me and has my safety in mind. He (Christ) carries me through the storm.
Amen! Christ alone is our cornerstone!