In life there are many fears, but I've come to believe that whatever brings on fear...I have to face it, and not run away from it. I believe I am never alone so I rely on God who gives me strength when I am so weak.
Fear not the fierce wind, o gentle heart
Though it may rattle the eaves
And give no ear to its whispers with nothing to impart
But shallow promises hung, like dried, parched leaves
Listen to its mournful wail on the way to distant shores
Leaving in its trail the harsh rawness of a chill
And envy not; give pity instead and be sure to keep no scores
For the warmth of a gentle heart is by far, richer still
Who can fathom the baleful howls invading valleys below;
Billowing across a fragile earth and her boundless seas?
Is it in anguish that it protests; who can really know?
Or is it a mere expression of a power that seethes?
Yet, judge not o gentle heart, but like a blade of grass in a storm
Lay calmly into the wind; rely not on your own strength to stay strong