Friday, December 14, 2007
I feel it coming on again: fear, crawling under my skin.
That quiet, unspoken, never-admitted feeling...
That haunting, ever-nagging, turn-your-back-and-run panic...
Fear: not of spiders or big dogs or the pull of the ocean,
But fear of my ability, people's reactions, the future, mistakes.
O Lord, help me to face my fears and turn them around.
Be my anchor; stand by me until I--
Stop fearing that I might lose in love...
But fear instead that I might never love at all.
Stop fearing that there are others "better" then me...
But fear instead that I will never discover my true potential.
Stop fearing that I might not meet others expectations...
But fear instead that I might never know Yours.
Stop fearing what lies ahead tomorrow, next week, next month, next year...
But fear instead that I might never experience life's drama today.
Stop fearing hurt and sorrow and tears...
But fear instead that I might never try.
Stop fearing that others will laugh at me...
But fear instead that I might never learn to laugh at myself.
O Lord, help me to anchor my life on your hope
Instead of my fear.
O Lord, I know that an adventurous lief can never be fear-free...
But at least help my fears to be my souls signal for rallying
Instead of running.
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