METAMORPHOSIS

I used to be afraid of death
which hovered with its potent sting.
I used to think of my last breath
with dread, for terror was its king.

I used to be afraid of life,
its meaning, such a mystery,
the varied roads with twists and strife
seemed only tragic history.

I used to be afraid of men,
rejection seemed my enemy,
until I saw that all have sin
and all are groaning to be free.

I used to be afraid of Love,
afraid that Love could not love me
‘til Jesus reached from high above
to grant my soul pure liberty.

I used to be afraid of fear,
afraid that fear would swallow me
until my heart could clearly hear
that Christ has won the victory!

Anne Bryant-Hamon
©August 26, 2001