Listening to every heart
To Fear Fear Itself
This is what makes me human,
my very own brand of fear;
while deep within my soul
His words of comfort I hear.
Listen, I do, to the voiceless words,
a deep drumming of honey, warmed
by love none like Iíve heard,
telling me I face no harm.
Yet I fear this fear itself
this face of the unknown,
even tho in His hands I be
safe, in his haven Home.
His Angels, they surround me
they are so real and then not;
His voice comes through them well,
sharing all of what Iíve forgot.
So I must realize that this fear
is only Satan in disguise,
and I should trust my faith in God
and know my fear is trust unwise.
1 March, 2000
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow