Why do I fear,

As I am surrounded by those who care?

Why do I appear,

As if I don’t notice the sweet smell of roses in the air?

Seldom are my cheeks dimpled and my eyes wrinkled.

I tap to the music with my feet,

But the dance is left incomplete and cobbled.

Oh joy, my joy, when did you become a woman of the street or a meal that I eat?

I was never left alone or ignored.

My God is not a failure and his love for me has no hindering holds.

Therefore, I will cast my worries upon the Lord.

 Create in me a new being; humble and bold.

Christ, let me love what you love and hate what you hate.

Replace my shoebox of unrighteous fear with love and an everlasting joyous estate.


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