I was actually looking through my old xanga blog for something and found a poem I wrote a couple years ago about fear…thought I’d share it with you. There’s a story behind why I wrote it and what I was thinking but the main thing is that I feel like there are times in my life and maybe in yours as well where it’s easier and more comfortable to fear minor but tangible things in our lives because it distracts us from stopping and being real with a God who truly commands our fear, awe and respect…If you think about it, whenever He revealed a bit of Himself in the bible, His presence alone was such a powerful weight that it caused the strongest and most Godly of man to instantly fall on their face in reverence to the one true and living God…I want to be in that kind of presence and in a weird kind of way, I want that healthy fear in my life because it ought to make other fears dissipate and He is really the only one worthy of fear…strange thought for me! Anyway, here you go 🙂
 

Fear

Have you settled your fear?

Have you let Him come near?

Have you run in the dust

‘Til salt stings your tears?
 

Have you settled to fall

To the fear of your friends?

Have you chosen to fear

So that your strivings won’t end?
 

Have you started to cry

Knowing all would be well?

‘Cause somewhere inside

There’s a depth you can’t quell?
 

Have you walked in the shadows

‘Til the night hits the air?

Have you stared at the fire

Wondering how He can care?
 

Have you surrendered completely

knowing…

You just can’t get it done?

Regardless of efforts

Wherever you’ve run…
 

Have you reached down inside

To the source of your fear?

Have you reckoned your spirit

Have you let Him come near?
 

Have you crawled in the arms

Of a terrible God?

To find a refuge, a solace

From your calm facade?
 

Have you sought a whisper

Too sweet to touch?

A glance so pure

Your heart would crush?
 

Have you longed to dwell

In His raging rest?

In the palm of His hand

In the hole that was pressed?
 

Have you the fear, to fear your maker?

Have you the fear, to fall on your face?

Have you the fear, to be a partaker?

Have you the fear to accept His grace?

H

 
 
 

“The fear of God is the beginning of all wisdom…”

~Bible : )

 
Here’s a portion of the rest of what I had to say about that…check my xanga and ummm go back a few pages to find it if you want to read the rest of what’s in there 🙂
 

  

The truth of the matter is that there is a wonderful,
terrible, amazingly, awful God who not only sees us having much
more stunning elegance than we could ever imagine and or others could
ever see. The indescribable magnificence of our beauty wows creation
and holds it in awe because He has designed us from dust into the
likeness of the epitomy of ….I don’t know a word that seems
appropriate to insert here…The fact that someone, let alone the God
who fearfully and wonderfuly designed us, holds His breathe at a single
glance out of our humility, a momentary whiff of the fragrance of our
worship, the warmth of our tears as we sink our heads into His chest to
cry, a taste of our sweet desperation to know Him as He knows us and
the childlike laughter we feel when we finally step into His rest to
fondly spend our undivided love wrestling in His love just downright
scares us…It captures a portion of a spirit and gives us a hope that
we dare to only dream for only an instant but let it fly before it lays
hold of our hearts lest we awake and find ourselves once again in the
dreary monotony of our sinful habits and choices…we fear to let a
love like that down, and somewhere deep inside choose to not accept
that grace and intimacy because we know for certain that we indeed do
not deserve it.

     So…we choose to not focus on Him because
it would ravage our hearts too dearly for us to live…it would
devestate our souls and crush our hearts- He is not a tame God and His
mere presence makes men fall postrate…His presence carries such
weight that while we desire more than anything to be in it, we cannot
move…it is scary beyond anything we can imagine and our only response
is to cry out from the depths of our being and proclaim the matchless
magnificence of the Worthy Lamb who was slain, who is seated between
the cherubim…the one who is the Holy of Holies, the almighty, all
powerful, omnipotent, master, intimate lover, gracious redeemer, King
of Kings and Lord of Lords, the alpha and omega the great I AM!!!!