Near the Fear
Beloved, I have created you to be,
an everlasting servant to the Royal family.
And in my eyes of blazing fire
your flaws and imperfections are what I most desire.
Although I won't agree, with everything you do,
I will embrace, transform, and take delight in you.
I know the mighty struggles will test you every day,
you simply can't be perfect, so kneel down and pray.
I see the fear inside of you, but remember you are blessed,
the Spirit lives forever, after it's departed from the flesh.
Endure, sacrifice and persevere,
for the end of our days, is always growing near.
Copyright © Wayne Underwood | Year Posted 2017
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