Fear transformed becomes perfume by Fr Stefan

Fear

Fear is Dark Oil

At the Bottom of a pit

Fear can give you quite a fit

This oil is not just a boil

But the fuel

Fuel for what you say?

I will not keep you at bay

The greater the oil

You need not toil

This oil is the fuel

Fuel for what you say?

A spark of fire

Falls into the mire

A fire goes up

The oil burns burns burns

The spark of fire leaves its mark on the mire

The fire transforms the oil without much toil

Into a sweet perfume

A perfume that goes up to God with the scent of a rose

Fear is the oil

The fuel

That becomes the perfume that goes up to God

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