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.