God of men and mountains,
Master of people and planets,
Creator of the universe,
I am afraid.
I am afraid of the angels
You have sent to wrestle with me:
The angel of success,
who carries a two-edged sword.
The angels of darkness,
whose names I do not know.
The angel of death,
for whom I have no answer.
I am afraid of the touch of Your hand
on my feeble heart.
Yet I must turn to You in praise,
awesome, holy God, for there is none else.
There is no strength,
no courage, but in You.
There is no life, no light, no joy
but in You.
— Ruth F. Brin