FEAR
My friend went on ahead
And left me here
To walk my last, long mile
Alone; and Fear
Stepped to his vacant place
And said that he
Would walk with me, and my
Companion be.
And so he dogged my steps
In this dark vale
Where death's wings shadow me.
My face grew pale,
My spirit quailed. I called
One precious Name
In my distress, and lo,
That loved One came!
He closely holds my hand,
This tender Friend,
Nor will He let me go
Until the end.
And as He walks with me,
Daily more dear,
I find that trust and love
Have cast out Fear.
Martha Snell Nicholson
(From A Daily Visit To Ivory Palaces)
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