the one thing that scares me isn\'t death,
this is not to say I am prepared,
but I dare to see every new day end.
it is waking up each day knowing
that the one who is love, loves no more,
and that gale of hushed words beclouds my soul.
the feeling of lust and mistrust
the devil claws,
and the misfortune my ears hear
and eyes see in young souls alone.
the one thing that scares me
is being unable to impact
a world so vast and yet miss
the one above us,
it is watching the sun rise and set
without Christ,
yet loved and respected
by a multitude says I am Christ-like.
the one thing that scares me is me,
for I am a man of sin,
and my life a testament of his mercies,
yet me, stained recline again in thee.