An Ode To My Christian Brethren
On the backs of giants I walk,
Most of them cursed me right to my face and imposed correction unnecessary,
Most of them as Judas to Joseph, fell to the sting of jealousy, and slew my very soul with the
Cain like bitterness of accusation.
But still on the backs of giants I walk.
For from the beginning to the end,
When they had the choice to deny the destiny that God had for me, or to embrace it,
They all, everyone, chose to believe.
Copyright © Woodrow Lucas | Year Posted 2010
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