Ethan's Battle

So very small with a burden so grand His footing was lost, but again he'll stand His skin may be pale with bones a bit week A demon inside with vengeance to wreak This demon can't see our God is in front With ease he filters his every stunt In the midst of a storm, still giving praise On his sweet little head a healing hand lays When the rain dries up in bitter defeat The warmth of the sun will strengthen his feet He will close the door with a victorious grin Armed with joy and thickened skin