Nebuchadnezzar, and His King

Reading his fourth chapter amid the Book of Daniel, while settling in for her evening Blessed moment's and rare sometimes; with my Beautiful Father ? Always, ensuing battles Aside this worthlessness be my own flesh; a lifetime of sin as darkness; shackled, by it's plague Trodden aneath time crushed, our spirit; yet still we climb ? Holding tight unto hope; broken Where nothing should it seem to exist; humble heart's myself adrift; tossed about love's riptide.. Clinging, be His cross; whirlwinds as emotions thoughts questions, the paradox ? Would Angels cry.