The soul of shallow thought makes it onerous to emote that heart, seeing that they will little understand. But those who through the turmoils of life’s stormy seas have been battered about—the ones who have risen up to meet those challenges and came out the other side as stalwart souls…they are easier. For these have true life experiences that sharpened their intellect. Besides, they read and study to be winners in this game of Olympic proportions. They have scars to show their hard learned discernment. And it is to these, to you, that I present this piece that was written during a season of dark and stormy trials, when the forces of wickedness had assaulted me with a power like unto a juggernaut. The piece is short, because it moves swiftly, and concisely.
Against me came the dark of night,
With fangs that oozed with hate,
It paralyzed with chilling fright,
Served up on a dirty plate.
“How dost such evil haunt me so,
To forage through my being?
Malignant fingers interpose,
And no place I find for fleeing.”
“What power ere can rescue me,
And free me from this curse?
To march through hell for liberty?
Traverse this muck adverse?”
Yes One! I heard there was but One,
With such ability,
He uses love to overcome,
And He lavished it on me.
Through the night, dispelling light,
To pierce the heart of dark.
A curse was He, upon a tree,
The price to make me free!
The laughing thunder rolled,
He holds the keys to life!
Now, death has lost its hold!
My Victor is Jesus Christ.