Fires, the roaring chant
of the Enemy of love
coming in human form
to entice the earth to sin,
nation against nation,
people against people,
brother against brother,
sister against sister,
family against family,
friend against friend,
church against church.
Lies prevail
against truth,
justice unhinged,
while empathy is sucked
dry in the desert fire. . .
and Evil
rears its ugly head,
as if it could swallow
the whole sphere of earth in its clutches,
climbing into my heart,
the guilt of my humanity
wells up in waves.
And, I see in the fiery rage-filled eyes
the tears of my own selfish mutterings,
my unforgiving self-righteousness,
my lack of compassion, my unbending,
pride-filled spirit, my prayerlessness. . .
I see in the spewing asp-like mouths
the lies of the Evil-one, watering
gardens of thistles, that wander
after false Edens, the listless sorrows
of my sinful heart crying
into the depression, the bleakness,
the unrestful wanderings of Satan’s trail.
And my heart’s hardness melts
in the Spirit’s convicting sway
that I must follow the path
of Christ
to love when others hate,
to bless when others curse,
to lift when others fall,
to breach the walls of spite-filled
flames, so the saving
grace of my Redeemers
self-sacrificing
love can encircle
this great darkness
and ignite an inferno
of His Spirit pouring
into the world.
So, I turn
in the charred coals
of my iniquities
and repent in dust and ashes.
