FLYAWAY FEAR
I went to talk to the Lord today
And all was quiet,
Except for the birds
That sounded gay.
I thought of what I wanted to say
But thoughts did hide.
They did not quiet
My anxious way.
All was quiet as I sat alone.
No words they came
But faith rose up,
And fear was gone.
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©Sandra Johnson/Draw Nigh To Hope
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