All alone in an empty room
The door opens and fear enters
First one fear comes, but others soon follow.
Slowly, slowly like a creeping tide.
Soon, soon I'll be buried alive.
The door slams shut.
I back against the wall.
I can't face one fear, yet alone them all.
Faces of loved ones past and present close around me.
Their arms are crossed and their faces drawn into scowls and frowns
A few have tears in their eyes as they stare.
"I'm afraid," I whisper as they glare.
The still small voice says, "Do not; do not be afraid"
The room starts to whirl.
Around me the unknown spins.
I caught glimpses of strangers;
I saw foreign places.
The whirlwind consumes the room.
Faster, faster it spins as it devours more and more.
My voice is lost in the roar as I yell, "I am afraid."
The Rock of Ages declares, "Do not; do not be afraid."
Next three doors surround me.
They circle around me; they open and shut.
I can catch only a glimpse of what lies inside.
One more door, two, three, four, then five—
Join the circle and trap me inside.
"I am afraid," I confess.
The Good Shepherd says, "Do not; do not be afraid."
As one, the doors stop moving and slam shut.
I reach for a door, but I hesitate.
Before my eyes, it dissipates.
I run towards another but reach it too late.
Panicking, I run from door to door;
Each door vanishes at my touch.
Only one door remains.
I grab the knob and twist in vain;
I pound my fist into the wood.
"I am afraid," I scream.
The Author and Finisher insists, "Do not; do not be afraid."
The room is crowded with those I know.
Their backs are to me; they bar my approach.
I call to them, but my voice is lost
In their whispers, shouts, giggles, whoops, and laughter.
I move around and wave at them.
Although their eyes are open, they seem not to see.
"I am afraid," I cry and sink to my knees.
The One who was an enemy who calls me friend says, "Do not; do not be afraid."
The scene clears and a cross rose up from the floor.
The crowd jeers; the world leers.
With astonishment and shame, I hear my voice join the mocker's cry.
I try to run, but I'm buffeted by the crowd.
Their scorn reaches my ears, "You know this man!"
"I do not!" I yell as I run.
Hands grab me and throw me down, "You are not one of us."
"I am," I insist, "I belong."
"You are His," they hiss.
"I do not know Him," I yell.
As the rooster crows, my first tears fall.
"I am afraid," I lament through the tears."
"Do not; do not be afraid," my Redeemer says.
All alone in an empty room.
The door opens and through it is the things I fear.
"Go," my God whispers.
I shake my head.
"Go," my Father commands.
"Please, no," I beg.
"Go," my Lord demands.
"I am afraid," I confess.
"Go, I am with you," the Comforter consoles, "Do not; do not be afraid."