Fear Dismissed
by: Kely Christmas
Standing on stage, stuck in a cage.
Spotlight on me, perfect, on key.
Butterflies fly, so bad, I might cry.
God can’t use me, why can’t he see?
But I am worth it,
The talent, the glitter, the surface.
My problems won’t stop me,
They’re just gifts, I don’t see.
Yeah, sure, the spotlight teases me,
Follows me, taunts me, swallows me.
But God turns his head to me,
And says, “You are already free”.
And so, I clench my stomach tight,
Here comes another daily fight.
There Satan turns to me,
On his knees for the key,
I realize I have control.
No one but God is my patrol.
I shake my head and lean right in.
“This time, you’re late, you will not win.
I’m like a prisoner full of sin,
But this time I will not give in.
Because God has held on tight to my wrist,
So I’ll pull up my other fist.”
With that said, Satan was dismissed.
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