Fear…that awful phantom

Wrapping its cool fingers tightly around my heart

Taking me captive

Attacking my mind

Till it’s laughter echoes from inside my very being

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But fear can’t stand long before the King of Kings

Slowly, the battle begins

One cruel finger unwillingly untangles itself

Followed by another

And another

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Ah, sweet freedom, sweet, sweet, freedom

But fear hovers in the background

Watching for a week moment

Haunting in the shadows

Ever quick to jump on helpless prey

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But freedom, once felt, will not be relinquished so carelessly again

No, the fight has begun

The battle will wax and wain

And God, working in my life, will be the Victor