Aric Beers


Afraid Of What


How shocked would you be
If you learned what scared me
Would you be surprised by my fear
Would you laugh so hard you shed a tear
I wouldn't be surprised if you did
I wouldn't blame you for laughing at what I hid
For the thing a fear is somewhat odd
I'm afraid of the mercy of God
I'm scared I won't get what I deserve
Won't be punished for those years as a perve
I'll be forgiven for my violence and hate
And I'll get in through the pearly gate
Don't get my wrong I love His grace
But part of me knows I haven't finished the race
He'll forgive and forget and I'll do it again
I'll fail once more, twice, even ten
I don't want to sin as much as I do
And I certain don't want each fall to be new
Mistakes or success, I don't want Him to forget
Rewarded or punished I don't want to escape what I get

Submitted: Saturday, December 07, 2013
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Somehow I've come to fear the thought of mercy, scared that even after I'm forgiven I'll still mess up. I'm not saying I'm completely horrible, just that I want to receive all that I deserve, both good and bad.

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