I fear the dawn, for it brings with it a day full of labor.
I fear the eve, for who knows what calamity may befall in the middle of night?
You offer supply, Lord: of materials needed for the job; of resources to survive and thrive, to share even, with those I would help; of wherewithal to face what I would rather not.
Who am I, then, to fear the day? I will be provided what is called for.