Rebuke

For a moment, my veins were on fire

Alight with Your power and might.

I had been swept by the threat of the Enemy’s wings;

His beauty, his torment, his plight

You will die, he whispered to me

Very soon, and painfully.

I know not what he expected, nor

What singing fear was rebuked.

But the threats did not sting

For my heritage brings

Courage; the heartiest thing.

I SNARLED “so be it then,

I’ll die as I lived,

Shouting praise to the King!”

For He does not bow to your suffering.

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