Praise. High praise indeed. When Jesus set me free. Before I was on my knees. Begging him please. Please release me from my fears. Dear oh dear. My fears are my enemies and what can I do to say goodbye? I raise a hallelujah that’s what. I praise my way out of it. I worship till I drop. I sing till I stop feeling the fear. When it is near I raise my voice. To let fear know that it has no choice but to go. Praise gives it a death blow. So that I can get on with the show. And let life flow. Life that is free. Free from an enemy called fear.