This world has chased me back into my shell, it seems that me and it don't know each other that well. I guess I should have known, since sunshines and endless rainbows have been long outgrown. Resting at
night, in hopes that I will awake being less afraid. Then who will the children have to lean to, if the God in me has started to fade. Working toward the common purpose, often leading us away from God's will, and causing us to lose focus. No wonder this world has me all shook up, trapped and scared, for the fear of man has made me ill prepared. For the enemy's most powerful weapon is time, and because I am a warrior of Christ, I refuse to allow him to have any more of mine.
