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.