At Arm’s Length

At Arm's length

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 I am afraid; but I’m too scared to admit it.

 I am afraid of you, and what you would think if you knew my fear.

 I am afraid of you; yet I don’t even know you. (But I know your type).

And it frightens me, so I keep you at arm’s length,

Just a face in the crowd, a statistic, my enemy.

 

I am afraid; so I mask my fear with loud condemnation.

It’s easier to preach against those I do not know.

 

I am afraid; so I camouflage my fear with humor.

Cutting sarcasm makes everyone laugh, right?

 

I am afraid; so I build beautiful walls around my neighborhood

With ornate gates that open only with secret passwords.

The secret? I am afraid.

 

I am afraid; so I project false courage and buy a gun,

That’s every American‘s right.

But I will only use it on those who wish me harm,

Those evil men whom I keep at arm’s length.

 

I am afraid. I am afraid of you;

Yet I don’t even know you. (But I know your type) 

And it frightens me…

 

    There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear; for fear has to do with punishment, and whoever fears has not reached perfection in love.”                                                                                              1 John 4:18

 

One thought on “At Arm’s Length

  1. We Admitted….
    Came To Believe….
    Made a Decision…
    “Give our fears to the Lord….he is our protector….he is always with us….he will always sustain us against any know or unknown enemy”.
    Thank you for your sharing….

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