Banshee
And so I howl like a banshee
into the wind
About all that troubles me,
to no apparent end
Why don't I howl
when God is treated foul
When Christ is mocked again
his wounds forcefully torn, bleeding forth
His sacrifice forgotten, for selfish ends
Till that day shall find us out
with trumpet blow, retreating clouds
And finally, but right on time
The Lord shall claim His faithful bride
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We Wrestle Not...
PoetryThird in the [A Sinner's Diary] Series Ephesians 6:12 (KJV) For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.
