Still fighting fear as I carefully draw near yeah it’s plainly seen
Fear’s stronghold in the background getting down as I suit up with the armor
Fear rattles loud with slippery serpents seemingly immune to charmers
If I had proper authority I’d call in well-skilled well-equipped bombers
King from above says the fight is mine although the battle and power is his
Obey and believe it’s already won unbelief blocks the sun, believe the Son
Ready to step away from living in caves as a solider it’s dumb
Unless assigned to one, and I’m not, asked to shine lights it’s getting hot minds rot
Prince of the air playing Anita Baker, giving the best that he’s got
His children say play it again, and he responds saying it doesn’t stop.
On the other side of it all, I just don’t want to fail God
Jesus died for me and here I am concerned with rent
He asks for tithes I act like I can’t, hand broken, twisted, bent
Then ask why I’m not trusted with more after it’s spent
In my understanding which isn’t much, God’s eyes roll regarding me
Asking the Heavenly Host if they see my foolishness, calamity
But where do these thoughts arrive from surely not his Holy Majesty
Tricks and schemes, can’t love someone completely if eggshells scream
Walking on tiptoes afraid of catching a Godly elbow or a voice from Heaven yelling NO!
Doing something then God steps out from a bush
Ha! I thought so! Caught ya!
It is written that God works in his children to both will and do of his good pleasure
Liar accusing the Father of using crooked measures
And fear, might be the most deadly silent killer painting life as a horror thriller
Imagine an enemy lying in your ear until someone you love turns into a nightmare
They stand with arms open but you don’t care.
