Fake fear-filled shadows shade my house and my soul--
I hide inside in the darkness, ashamed to get up and go:
Cowering in the corner--afraid--did something just walk by?
I see things that are not there--it's just my eyes--
Panic attacks and I cannot breathe right then;
In my heart I pray for complete deliverance



Faith-filled thoughts brightly shine into my soul--
With newness of life I have a reason to get up and go:
Walking outside I catch up to lost souls who walked by--
As I speak I notice they are looking deep into my eyes:
With holy confidence I take a deep breath right then,
As I pray with each one for complete deliverance

The revelation of God working in my life is not how I look or how I feel--
It's getting beyond myself as I see my fear is FAKE, but my faith is REAL!

--bro. tim pickl
Tuesday January 15, 2008 A.D.

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