Fear

A Poem By Damaris Ann // 3/27/2016

The beast of fear is drawing near;
Dear Lord what shall I do?
I'm weak and poor and harrowed here,
But I must turn to You.

My faith is small, my strength is gone,
I have no hope, no gain;
Wallowing here, I see the One:
He took my sin and shame.

My brokenness, my finite mind,
Is lost in His great love;
And looking up I see the cross,
With fear nailed up above.

He put it there, writ' with His blood,
And gave His all, for me,
So I could rest with peace of mind,
Knowing that I am free.

Navigation

User login

Please read this before creating a new account.