THE RECKONING

THE RECKONING

In this my darkest of hours, a reckoning awaits,

With my maker a penance must be paid,

But this night I dance with His adversary,

For we have a score to settle, so I kiss my rosary,

And pray to the Heavens above,

To illuminate this battle with His love,

Tempt me dark one with my addictions,

Mock me evil one of my afflictions,

I realize you have a power over us all,

Except from He whose grace you did fall,

Continue to haunt me with demons of the past,

I believe in Him, for his virtue is great and vast,

Do you really feel that your power over me is ever so abysmal?

Compared to Him, you are pathetically dismal,

Spit your slanderous words at me,

They mean nothing, for I put all trust in He,

He will guide me through your temptations and false proclamations,

You coward who strikes when we are in the weakest of situations,

Not this night, Oh no! Definitely not this night,

You can try with all your might,

But your arrogance blinds you,

Because my faith in Him is true,

As you foolishly carry on trying to besmirch my name,

He lifts me up and propels me to better days, just the same,

For He is God, He is the light, the way and the word,

Tonight’s battle is done… For I carry His sword.

-brad