Thursday, March 3, 2011

Get Thee Behind Me, Satan


-Matthew 16:23


I'll put up with the cars

that break down every time I drive.

I'll endure the lack of thanks and pay

I get from nine to five.

I'll listen to the whiners,

bellyachers and complainers,

I'll ignore the high and mighty,

the judgemental parade-rainers.


But I will not take my eyes off

of the serpent on the pole.

I will not let your efforts leave me

one speck less than whole.


I'll fight you.

I'll ignore you.

I'll repeat it till I bore you,

but, Sir, let me assure you that

you will not take this soul!


I'll take the sickness, stress and loss.

Baby, bring it on!

For I am made of better stuff

than you have ever known.


I'll take whatever threats you wield,

whatever spears you throw,

but Lucifer, I cannot yeild.

I can't

because I know!

1 comment:

Elder Blain and Sister Blain said...

Absolutely lovely poem.