The Growth Of Fear
Fear is such a desperate thing
It tells you many lies
It tells you that you are not strong enough
It says you shall not win, cannot survive.
Fear claims you will not cope
Feeds you despair
It tells you words that you should never trust
It says that you will break beyond repair.
But if you've ever been afraid and heard
It whispering or shrieking in your ear
Then learn from your own past, you can rely
It is always fear itself that disappears.
Fear wants to help, but does so as a child
That knows too little and makes little sense
Yet with encouragement and much advice
It may yet grow to wisdom and to strength.
And wisdom then must partner with concern
And strength for care must all its force enrol
For these then become a true unerring guide
And until then should not be in control.