I often quake at all I’ve done
And fear the wrath I’ll meet;
I cannot fathom how I’ll feel
When I stand at Your feet.
I'm awed when I think of the grace
That caused You to forgive
A people, formed of perfect love,
Who sully what you give.
Yet still You place us far above
All creation displayed,
For it was not for heaven’s host,
The covenant was made.
So, Lord, I will not fear my fate,
For You’ve washed clean my blame,
But please forgive me if I still
Stand humbled in my shame.
1 John 4:18
“There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.”
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