Whispers From the Dark
Lord I'm short on patience and at times I don't obey,
for long ago through circumstance, I was led astray.
His face was non-existent, and his whispers from the dark,
fell upon me silently, "He" had left his mark.
Constantly he stalks me, never showing his intent,
through his great defiance, he was heaven sent.
Deception is his pleasure, this world his domain,
don't let desires of the flesh, extinguish God's great flame.
Heaven is our treasure, gleaming and divine,
step out of the darkness, and let God's glory shine.
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