December 1988

the battle rages

fierce within my heart

the power of love

contending with

the power of hate

enjoined

in bitter

mortal conflict

over me

sinner/saint that I am

my heart the spoil

protected by light

assaulted by dark

all that I am

lies under siege

there is nothing that is me

that is free

from threat of war

every deed I do

to honour my King

touched and perverted

by the pretender to the throne

yet will I rejoice

for every sin I am

is touched and cleansed

by the King Himself

He does not leave me

as often as I fall

but stands beside me

Love is surely

a better friend than foe

hate can never live

in Love