Fear not the storms in their darkest hour
Fear opens doors so evil can devour
Fear not the dark ways which lurk around
Fear takes your joy and chains you bound
Fear not the morning as you awake
Fear creates disorder that’s no mistake
Fear not the troubles that cross your path
Fear can dismantle you with its wrath
Fear not those things in all you do
Fear has no home when Christ Jesus is in you
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Fear is a bunch of sinister shadows, and a shadow has no substance, it is usually only a magnified reflection of something small. That's why, in standing boldly up to fear you often find it inconsequential. It's a well articulated poem written with insight. A lovely piece indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
Thank you