These troubles plague me constantly
From the Dark One I cannot break free;
Because I shine he holds a grudge
And drags me bound before the Judge;
The Mighty One sits solemn, still
With words the quiet places fill:
“This one’s not worthy; see her face
Her faith has fled without a trace;
Just grant that I do as I please
You’ll see her crumble, hit her knees.
She will not have the strength to stand
When she goes through the trials that I’ve planned.”
The Great One says, “I disagree….
This one submits herself to Me;
To prove you’re wrong you’ll have your way
But heed these words I speak this day-
She may bend but she won’t break
And though she suffers for My sake
You’ll torment her for sport and fun
But still she’ll stand; she will not run!
So hear Me now, you rotten Liar….
Though you may lead her through the fire
This one to you will never yield
For My strength is her constant shield!”
Wednesday, October 23, 2013