He had hemmed me in Behind and before, Drew the lines that fall But I thought to soar Past sunsets that looked Like bars might prove more. Pastures green, like plain Bread, stale and dry Rolled on for days; Streams Meandered nearby- My eyes gazed elsewhere, I refused to lie.

What will I do with satan’s thorn Lodged deep in weakest access point? No pill to take No treatment makes It well, no method has supplied A cure, Steps stumble; Backward falls The soldier, boldly with a limp But limping on He goes, he goes, A carefully crafted grin All

Now it seems His hand has turned Against you, Yes, has seen you sinking And has pressed your head Beneath the waves. You think “To catch a breath, ‘Tis one small favor, Can’t He see?” But yes, He sees; So why do gray skies Blacken more And gray waves Lash

How has the domain of darkness So disguised its self as light? There you sit as in the shadows And the chains of death but yet The world says “this is life, And yes what life is all about: To sit in darkness as if light, To raise your bound