2 Timothy 1:7 7 For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline. 

Galatians 2:20 

20 My old self has been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me.So I live in this earthly body by trusting in the Son of God, Who loved me and gave Himself for me.  Emotion 

 

I think I like this subject ... for it seems to be all of me

It makes me act and will ... to under-gird my reason

Now I will dissect a little ... of this major part of me

And when I’m through with it ... it’s only for my teasing

 

Here we go!

 

Manifold feelings are natural ... flowing out of my emotions 

If I let these direct my spiritual life ... surely I’ll be carnal

And the way I feel and act ... I then will call devotion

That my friend is not too good ... for worship is Eternal

 

In priority and substance it covers more than will and mind

In human affairs it seems ... to occupy my concentration

Its focus is on my efforts ... and despite of being blind

Is totally on feelings ... as it moves without preparation

 

Now let me take apart ... the “me” I call emotion

Without going in depth in each and every facet

I will start with happy or its balanced locomotion

That keeps the way called sanity stacked in my closet

 

“Joy” I guess makes a good start ... so happiness can follow

Cheerfulness is next in line ... with excitement and elation

Despondency and sorrow ... make me feel so hollow

With grief, misery and moaning ... which need no stimulation

 

Melancholy and dejection walking hand in hand

Followed by confusion, anxiety and zeal

Oh brother! Look at me ... moods all mixed with sand

Like coldness and affection and compassion’s soft appeal

 

Aspiration and covetousness written in my desires

Kindness and preference standing side by side

Interest’s expectations going down the wire

Remorse and feeling sorry expanding in the night

 

Pride, fear and hate carved in place by fire

Justifying everything because I feel that way

All what befalls me and all that I acquire

Is filtered by emotion and that happens every day

 

Jan Wienen