Fear
My soul a strife anxiety,
it pins me to the wall.
With fears of going onward
and knowing that I'll fall.
I pray a clap of thunder.
A devastating blow!
A message God has paraphrased:
destruction down below.
Debris a shattered tree limb.
It's wood chips scattered bomb.
A sign we need a change to
a life in need of calm.
The wind without a voice yet.
It's spirit light as air.
My breath a silent laughter
that someone else will care.
As others gather round now
in debt of more despair,
We're gathering in peace now.
None humble as to dare.
And me a silent witness
who's faith gives way to fear
still hopes for any blessings
God's grace will bring from here.
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