The fear of the Lord fills me whole,
Like rushing waters, it takes control.
It moves through mind, through heart, through bone,
A sacred fire, a weight unknown.
It rests in thoughts, in dreams at night,
In waking moments bathed in light.
My spirit trembles, yet I stand,
Held in the grasp of His mighty hand.
It fills my breath, my every vein,
A holy awe I can’t contain.
Not fear that chains, nor dread that binds,
But wisdom’s voice, the light that shines.
It shapes my steps, it clears my sight,
A path of truth, so strong, so bright.
My soul bows low, yet soars so high,
Consumed by Him, the Lord Most High.

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