We are all dying. It is true of the sinner, as well as the saint. We must prepare for life after death. Writing these poems comforted me when I was mourning my brother, Bruce (October 20, 1953 - November 3, 2010). I wrote Poems For the Dying 1). to encourage Christians, 2). to comfort the bereaved, 3). to make those battling terminal illnesses less fearful, and 4). to be a soul winning tool. Death creates an unexpected, soul-gathering harvest opportunity. There is life after death. Joy!
Friday, August 10, 2012
I Know Fear
I know fear. To deny it would be a lie and make me a liar. I know the fear of not knowing, like not knowing the distance my troubles were going to take me before I could escape. I know the fear of being forced to wait for the Deliverer while watching the enemy reinforce and fortify himself against me, taunting my faith. I know the fear of having no hope, except faith in the promises of a faithful God. Every time I have been at the end of my rope, I discovered my faith was all I needed. And He rescued me. To deny that I know fear would be a lie that will serve neither you nor me. But hear me when I say that Fear fears my faith in the great, faithful God within, Who always provides me a way of escape.
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