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Many years ago, as a relatively new believer in Christ, I went through a period of several months in which I basically hated myself, but I honestly didn't know why.
After much prayer, the Lord revealed to me, in more ways than just one, that the reason why I hated myself was that I wasn't being myself. In other words, seeing how I was so bound by the fear of man or by what others might think of me, I was never really myself around people, but instead I became what I believed I needed to become in order to be accepted of others.
I still remember the day that the Lord set me free.
There was a young woman in the church that I was attending at that time that I liked, and I knew that she liked me as well. I had avoided sharing my feelings towards her until one Autumn night when, under what I believe was Divine inspiration, I sat on my front porch and penned the following poem that I sent to her with a dozen roses.
Although nothing ultimately came out of it as far as any type of relationship between me and her was concerned, it was the day when I was finally delivered from the fear of man. I share this poem with you all now as an encouragement for you all to be who God created you to be.
Freedom from the fear of man
A mighty tree before me stood;
Its sturdy body, solid wood.
Its many branches moved with ease;
Commanded by the gentle breeze.
A streetlight in the distance shone.
It’s not good man should be alone.
And, yet, in solitude I sat,
And questioned where my life was at.
I’ve given all unto my Lord;
His sacrifice, my life restored.
He is my God, my Friend, my King;
His Presence makes my spirit sing.
He’s with me even as I write,
Perched on a step this Autumn night.
I asked him if it’d be okay,
To share the words my heart would say?
He answered, “Yes”, my heart awoke,
And from its depths, my spirit spoke.
The fear which once kept its jaws bound,
Was FINALLY not to be found.
You see, this night, I thought of you…
After much prayer, the Lord revealed to me, in more ways than just one, that the reason why I hated myself was that I wasn't being myself. In other words, seeing how I was so bound by the fear of man or by what others might think of me, I was never really myself around people, but instead I became what I believed I needed to become in order to be accepted of others.
I still remember the day that the Lord set me free.
There was a young woman in the church that I was attending at that time that I liked, and I knew that she liked me as well. I had avoided sharing my feelings towards her until one Autumn night when, under what I believe was Divine inspiration, I sat on my front porch and penned the following poem that I sent to her with a dozen roses.
Although nothing ultimately came out of it as far as any type of relationship between me and her was concerned, it was the day when I was finally delivered from the fear of man. I share this poem with you all now as an encouragement for you all to be who God created you to be.
Freedom from the fear of man
A mighty tree before me stood;
Its sturdy body, solid wood.
Its many branches moved with ease;
Commanded by the gentle breeze.
A streetlight in the distance shone.
It’s not good man should be alone.
And, yet, in solitude I sat,
And questioned where my life was at.
I’ve given all unto my Lord;
His sacrifice, my life restored.
He is my God, my Friend, my King;
His Presence makes my spirit sing.
He’s with me even as I write,
Perched on a step this Autumn night.
I asked him if it’d be okay,
To share the words my heart would say?
He answered, “Yes”, my heart awoke,
And from its depths, my spirit spoke.
The fear which once kept its jaws bound,
Was FINALLY not to be found.
You see, this night, I thought of you…
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Very well written 
