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Finding Fear

I originally wrote this July 7, 2010. Today I've been cleaning my room and finding all sorts of treasures, this poem is just an example:

Headstrong and alone, no battle too fierce -
Every move my own; no blame can I lay -
Hazards are many, yet no fear will show.
A life all my own - no rules to obey.
Say it again, pretend I believe it -
Offering falsehood to a debt unpaid...
Versed well in facades; myself can't I save?
Exposed now to daylight, scum that I am,
Redeemer, save me, from all that I am.
Cleanse now and clean me, brand new in your sight.
Open arms now to meet, as there I run.
Motivated now, not by lack of fear,
Ever more do I feel it toward You.
              Love now is abounding, life with Your fear.

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