Our Phobias

We all have our fears

Some of them we make known

Some we fight

And some we refuse to own

Some when we were young

Some now we are old

Fears of this and that

But none when we are stone cold

Only the living fears death

The dead fears nothing

That is as far as we know

So in that we might be erring

A fear of roaches, a fear of ants

A fear of dogs and a fear of cats

A fear of flies, a fear of bugs

A fear of mice and a fear of rats

A fear of water, a fear of fire

A fear of death and a fear of heights

A fear of inside, a fear of outside

A fear of the dark and a fear of light

A fear of being wrong

And a fear of being right

A fear of the coming day

And a fear of the night

A fear of closed up places

A fear of the open expanse

Afraid to look out

And even afraid to glance

Afraid of the test results

Even afraid of the tests

Afraid that after all we have done

It won’t be our best

Afraid of forming relationships

Afraid they will be severed

Afraid of being alone

Afraid of coming together

  

A fear of the living

And a fear of the dead

A fear of remaining single

And afraid to be wed

A fear of the unknown

And a fear of the known

Afraid there will be bad news

And thus afraid of the phone

Afraid of being rich

And afraid to be broke

Afraid that one of these days

We will suffer a stroke

Afraid of every problem

Afraid of no problem at all

Afraid someone will visit

Afraid no one will call

Afraid our fears won’t leave

Afraid they will stay

Afraid one day they will take us

Afraid of that coming day

Afraid of fear itself

Afraid that fear exists

Afraid however thorough we are

Something we will miss

Afraid of the future

Afraid of its coming events

Afraid of biblical prophecy

And the biblical content

Afraid that evolution is wrong

And that the Bible might be right

Afraid of what that means

And the coming plight

Afraid of Jesus’ coming

Afraid of being left behind

Afraid of the pending eternity

Afraid at the present time

If the last four are your biggest fears

Do like Peter and simply shout,

“Lord, save me,”

And do it now before time runs out.

Our fears are life’s contrary winds

Upon which Peter took a glance

And looking away from the beckoning Saviour

His greatest fear was enhanced.

Stewart Russell © July 2018