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POETRY TO
BANISH FEAR
HOW
CAN
I
FEAR
Even
when
the
past
tries
to
rise
up,
mocking,
to
haunt
me,
reminding
me
of
yesterday's
failures
and
fears...
Even
when
the
future
looms
dark
and
gloomy
to
daunt
me,
with
pictures
of
tomorrow's
pitfalls
and
perils...
Even
when
the
present
seems
pointless,
taunting
me
with
whispers
of
all
I
must
do,
where
I
must
go,
things
I
don't
know?
When
I
think
of
God,
who
is
called
"I
Am",
(not
"I
was"
or
"I
will
be"),
when
I
think
of
Him
here,
right
now
...
with
me,
and
in
me,
and
through
me;
in
my
past,
my
present,
my
future‑‑
How
can
I
fear?
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SUDDENLY FEAR
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It rises
up from
below,
seeps
down
from
above,
converges
at my
core,
totally
overwhelming
and
paralyzing
me;
trying
to
render
me
useless.
It
almost
succeeds,
but
never
quite
delivers
the
final
blow.
When it
jabs at
me
slicing
through
my
defenses,
it opens
a hole
through
which my
faith,
once
contained
and
tame,
pours
out as a
flood,
quenching
fiery
darts
and
raging
fires.
Mighty
when
loosed,
a lion
set
free--greater
than the
roaring
one
that
seeks to
devour
me,
it
pursues
the fear
ruthlessly,
relentlessly,
grabs it
by the
throat
and
crushes
it.
Suddenly
I am
free
and fear
can no
longer
find me.
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FEAR THE DARK?
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When I
was
young I
feared
the
dark,
And
shunned
its
creeping
shapes.
The
shadows
on my
wall
became
A
hundred
terrors
without
name,
Ghosts
that
flowed
through
window
frames,
And hid
behind
the
drapes.
My way
to fight
the
darkness
then,
Was
calling
Mommy's
name.
She'd
come to
me in
darkest
night
And,
turning
on the
bedroom
light,
She'd
calm
away my
nameless
fright
Till not
one
ghost
remained.
But now
I've
grown
and when
it's
dark
My mommy
cannot
come.
I have
to face
the dark
alone,
Those
childhood
shadows
fully
grown,
The
terrors
made of
flesh
and
bone,
That
can't be
killed
by guns.
So, how
can
grownups
fight
the dark
When
nighttime
shadows
fall?
When
still
we're
fearful
on our
beds,
As
tailored
terrors
fill our
heads
And open
up a
vault of
dread--
Whose
Name can
we call?
Well...Who
can be
there
all the
time,
In dark
hours of
the
night
Hear our
fear,
our
silent
screams,
Even
enter in
our
dreams...
Remove
the
terror
of those
scenes?
It's GOD
Who
brings
the
Light!
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SAFETY
The
world is not a safe
place,
Nor
will it ever be,
But,
considering the
alternative,
It
will just have to
do.
So,
since I’m stuck
inside this world
And
can’t find an alarm
system
Equipped to warn
against all the
dangers,
I
need some good
“protection”.
I
need a band of
angels,
And
there’s only one way
To
get that:
From
God.
I
don’t have the means
to pay for it;
Thank
God,
He
already DID.
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GOD HAS GOOD
PLANS
FOR
YOUR
FUTURE
know what I'm doing.
I have it all planned
out--
plans to take care of you,
not abandon you,
plans to give you
the future you hope for.
"When you call on me,
when you come
and pray to me,
I'll
listen.
Jeremiah 29:11
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