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
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