These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Dealing With Fears

When trouble with breaths, and painful heartbeats,
some doggies, that scare us, these spiders, that leap,
the fact I am older, and may not mean much,
are often big problems, that may only be naught.

The fact, that I'm dying and always have been,
since before I was born, weaved by Adam's first sin.
If the Lord does not snatch us, then he'll finally win,
his pitchfork in hand with that awful bright grin.

Like Charlie Brown's monologue these fears of all kinds.
They often upset up us with counsel, that blinds.
"Pantophobia, the fear of everything," we find.
"That's it!" cries his heart and ours for a time.

The daredevil jumps, that are billed as a treat,
from airplanes so high, and not really cheap.
One ruwth has yet done this, quite youthful this touch,
while some still prefer real estate, that's been bought.

As long as we live in these bodies, that end
the fears of each life we will have to attend.
As long as we wish to have living go on,
then health for our days we will seek quite anon.

The fear of Eternity, dreary and real,
is one I can't hide, nor ever conceal.
Yet, when I may hide in The One, Who made all,
the smallest of voice, He attends to that call.
(Psalm 91:1-2,4; Romans 10:13)

These fears of each life are so common to man.
We stand yet in courage with fears still so real.
The end of all fears is the worst one we face.
The end may be dark, 'til we wake in His Grace.

So Hellish these fears, but still must respect
the Words of great Truth lest fore'er we neglect.
Though paranoid be, this one truth understand,
"Empty tomb be refused, e'er with fears we will deal."

by Jay O’Toole
on December 13th, 2025