Thanks, that was good
I wrote that along with a group of other poem/songs last year in a spate of inspiration where I thought the Lord was actually closing in on me, to the point of being tangible, I could feel God and the devil fighting in my bones. My hope was that eventually they could serve to encourage believers and possibly get unbelievers to reconsider their unbelief. I did not normally think along these lines, and most of my poetry has been just one step above doggerel.
Now I’m undergoing some very unnerving trials. Lost a job twice within a several week span, both situations where the management uncharacteristically seemed to lack integrity, and with a month to go before wearing a barrel I have no clear nibble in sight on a new one. Maybe evil satanic spirits do not want me to push further in this direction. Which would be a sign that I’m at least trying to do the right thing. But this kind of “honor” really sucks to be the one on whom it is bestowed.