Fear is a sheep pen
A restricting enclosure
Hemming you in
Stopping you moving forward
Instead of endless pastures
It’ll make you eat old grass
It says there’s safety in numbers
When you’re called to walk new paths
It promises you won’t be hurt
If you stay within its walls
But you’ll wilt in its hold
In clumps, your wool will fall
It will shave off your ambition
Cripple your dreams
Rob you of your influence
Ensure your hopes are never seen
Fear is a sheep pen
A restricting enclosure
Only outside of its walls
Can you see its true nature
Sheep Pen

Anxiety, Christian Poetry, Depression, Emotions, Fear, God, Healing, Hope, Pain, Poetry, Redemption, Trauma, Writing

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