Fear Stalks Me
When I Feel Most Alone
And Vulnerable In Life.
Loneliness Taps Icy Fingers;
Waiting Patiently At The Door
Relishing Her Triumphant Entry.
Heavy Clouds Of Discouragement
Reduces Me To Tears;
Seeking To Destroy
Any Last Ray Of Hope
That Might Be Left
In A Weakened Breast.
Thieves All,
Who Lie In Wait
For The Lowest Moments,
Imagine Me Easy Prey.

But The Sound Of Faith
Is A Lingering Song…
Grace Is Always Given,
In Each New Dawn;
It Sings To Me Of Courage
And Strength And The
Will To Carry On.