Fear
When I think of the things I'm afraid of,
All of my fears and worries flood my head,
Their screams steal my focus from things above,
Some mornings I cannot get out of bed,
Panicking as I look for a way out,
Acting confident as I go about,
Nobody ever knows I'm so afraid,
Sometimes I feel as though I'm worry's maid,
Then I listen, and He says, "Do not fear",
And then He reminds me He's always near,
Every worry suddenly flied away,
My fear no longer messes with my thoughts,
All this is so because God loves me lots,
I no longer fear the things of this world.
Copyright © Christine Ballard | Year Posted 2022
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