Old Friends

On Fear, Shame, and a Better Friend

Old Friends

I have a friend from ages old
who’s come around again.
His name I do not know,
but some refer to him as Shame.

My loyal friend lives in my head,
he always lingers near.
And never does he come alone—
he brings his brother Fear.

Shame promises to keep me pure,
Fear says he’ll keep me safe.
If I would only keep my eyes
fixed on them all my days.

When Shame no longer holds me fast,
then Fear comes rushing in.
Together, they persuade my soul
to trust Shame once again.

My two companions share a hatred
for a Book of mine.
For with it comes a greater Friend
who stands the test of time.

This other Friend despises them—
He knows they cause great pain.
And promises that one day soon,
they’ll never speak again.

This Friend of mine lifts up my eyes
and bids me trust in Him.
And when I do, my other friends
grow strangely dull and dim.

For this great Friend, He lived and died,
then rose again to claim
His rule and reign o’er everything—
including Fear and Shame.

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Ali

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Cover image: “Harbour” by Anne Magill