How will fear help me anyway?
It cannot change the past,
It can’t control what comes today
Or what will be at last.
It only robs me of my peace,
And saps my strength and health.
It steals my joy and makes me glum,
Yet brings no friends or wealth.
It makes it hard to do what’s right
And blocks what I can see
Of blessings that should make me glad
Which God is giving me.
So, fear, begone! I have no time
Or energy for you.
You cannot help you only hurt.
My God will bring me through.
Christina Joy Hommes