Not Afraid

by CK

I am not afraid

of anything that breathes: 

of the spiders,

or the mountains

that tumble into the seas.

I have learned to lean

on He Who lives forever,

on the God of Abraham,

the God of grace and glory:

Who is the great I AM.

Looking in the rearview, looking straight ahead:

looking for a clear view

of the rhythm in my head.

The music rises slowly into a symphony;

I will dance and I will sing

with stars, and hills, and trees.

I am dancing into darkness, but dancing I will go --

for my Father holds my hand;

my Father holds my hand; 

Abba Father holds my hand. 

Now to the King Eternal, 

be glory through the ages,

and may He write his glory

across these tattered pages.