Fear (Poem)

[Nicaea 325]

Fear
I’m supposed to be like Jesus Christ
But I feel more like Elijah,
I’m supposed to be in the ever life
But I feel I’m in paranoia.
Fear.

I’m supposed to represent the Prince of Peace
But they seem to be for war
Be careful they don’t call the police
It’s what our taxes are for.
Fear.

I’m supposed to be like Jesus Christ
But I feel more like Elijah,
Surrounded by trouble and strife
In this I need a saviour.
Fear.

I’m the only one of The LORDs prophets
Baal has four hundred and fifty,
It doesn’t matter if you know the spirit
They are, out to get me.
Fear.

It doesn’t matter if Matthew Hopkins is dead
I have met his descendants,
Jezebel has heard and wants my head
Like Herodias got the Baptist.
Fear.

I’m supposed to be like Jesus Christ
But I feel more like Elijah,
You can cut the air with a knife
I want to call down fire.
Fear.

Now hiding under this Juniper tree
I can’t see any clearer,
To much at stake to clearly see
“What are you doing here?”
Fear

I ask, “Where is the God of Elijah?”
Strike the Jordan,
I request to think like Elisha
“More with us then them!”

K. T. Algar