“Fear That Gives Birth to Joy”
I thought fear was shadows, chains, and cold,
A trembling heart afraid to step out bold.
I thought joy was laughter, light, and song,
Never knew the two could walk along.
I feared the pain, the loss, the shame,
I feared being called by Heaven’s name.
But deeper still, a quieter cry—
What if I take… and sever “why”?
Not fear of blows, not fear of fire,
But fear my hands betray desire.
That I receive just for my sake,
And split the bond I ache to make.
The Light stands still, it never flees,
No change above—only in me.
The screen is thin, the heart is small,
Yet still He waits… through every fall.
The earth is full of glory bright,
Yet I walk blind in borrowed sight.
Faith above reason, dry and tight,
Until the fear guards truth at night.
Not fear of lack, not fear of loss,
But fear of stepping off the cross—
Of bestowal, love, restraint,
Where ego screams and faith feels faint.
And there—right there—the miracle starts,
Fear builds vessels out of shards.
From trembling hands, a place is made,
Where shame dissolves, and joy can stay.
No bread of shame, no stolen flame,
Only love returned the same.
And joy arrives, not loud, not fast—
But deep enough… to last.
