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"si ne-am tot ascuns de atunci, deoarece ne este frica"- "and we've kept hiding eversince then, because we are frightened"
Fright - freezes my blood;
it paralizes and suffocates me.
It keeps me from what I should
and I know I ought to be doin'.
Fright - keeps me from seeing
the unseen Hand that moves
the Universe.
Fright - contaminated me
and blights every effort
to walk alongside my Creator.
Fright - makes me hide eversince
my first father has had
this uttely new feeling.
I still hide all alone in the cave
of my own frights.
And the supreme Father calls me
to have courage to walk out,
to walk in the rain of His presence.
But I'm still afraid,
afraid God works,
afraid He doesn't.
Nonetheless He urges me
to take Him by His hand,
to stand up and
to walk in His Name,
to leave fright and tread
along with Him in His love,
assuring me He's gonna take me
where I belong,
where I've run from:
to his Eden.
© Sabina Rosca
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