Worry makes me crumble, stumble, and fall. I didn't believe it could happen to me, but worry took hold of me, you see? I wanted to be free, see my chains fall. When it didn't happen, I fell harder. I didn't believe I could fall so fast, but I could see at last. I cried as I fell faster, Master of worry was I. I called out, "Who am I?" No answer came, so I plummented down my tunnel of despair. I didn't care, because worry filled my gaps. Little did I know it was melting my soul. All I gave God seemed so far, like a star. I fell on my knees, cried, "Jesus, please take away my fear!" How I rejoiced when my fall was broken and Jesus called out, "I AM HERE."