The Prince of Darkness Vs the Father of Greatness
His lips are the west gates of night
His lips are the east gates of light
Bursting night and light, we say thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”
His height is the five depths we view
His height is the ten skies of blue
Deep chasm and sky’s tower, thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”
He sits on wheels of fate that binds
He sits on the wheels of blessed winds
Wheels of stars, wheels moved by wind, thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”
Has a burning scroll blistering
Has a burning scroll flickering
Destroying flames, cleansing flames, thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”
His hand holds a wolf with no love
His hand has an eagle and dove
Earth bound demons, sky angels, thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”
His eyes are the black stars of might
His eyes are the sun in its light
Dead stars and twin suns that shine, thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”
Comets shaking, planets falling
The earth shaking, the skies crawling
When Jesus the Splendour comes, thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”
We must stay away from the night
The bondage of the prince of might
Lord guide us to you; we say thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”
Copyright © David Hyatt-Bickle | Year Posted 2022
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