Fear often calls my name
Murmuring doubts
Darkness and shame
Motioning to my heart
Dread that silences with blame
Where can I go…
To my Savior, I proclaim…
Fear is like a black horror
Angry and bitter
Lamenting like a deplorer
Silencing the hope
Dimming dreams of the adorer
Filling hearts with clouds…
Soon, God will restore her…
Fear falls on the mind
Assaulting it with uncertainties
It has surely maligned
The joy that comes from confidence
Abiding on the kind
Who believe with all their hearts
Love is designed…
To bring light to the darkness…
Restore and remind…
That fear is in the past
Where God has defined
Love as His pen…
Writing on the walls of the soul… making hearts whole!
Isaiah 41:10 (KJV) Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.
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