Dear

My Dear,
Hold what you love with faith and not fear,
Walk with that Hand you will always hold,
Knowing that His Hand wrote all foretold.
Worry not about the future of yesterday,
For tomorrow’s past is beside Him today.
Every step we take is behind His wake,
Formed across all directions beyond mistake.
Know that His Word channels Necessity,
Listen intently to fuse confusion and clarity,
For Faith is holding with love the Hand of Fear,
To be regarded by My Dearest Dear.