The Other

I feel your foul breath upon my neckI hear the rasping, wheezing voice of doubtYou have no place but behind meYou will not keep me from my journeyYou fancy yourself a ferocious lionBut I see a pale sickly muttNot a vicious dragonBut a slithering wormNot a prowling sharkBut a scampering minnowYou wander through your world searching for sympathizersFor anyone you might sway toward the side of deceitYour daughters Sin and Death are your only companionsThey alone give you solaceSin; I must leave you, for I have found a more compassionate loverYou left me empty and alone, bitter and full of doubtDeath; though we met often in the past, I must say goodbyeI will not surrender to you the whereabouts of my friendsOr even my enemiesThe Son has taken up His rightful place in my heartThere is no room left for you,No place to sink your clawsNo foothold for your armiesHe has taken the breath out of your lungsThe roar out of your voice, the power you once held in your fingertipsHe has stripped you naked and exposed your weaknessYou may be the prince of this dark world,But He is the KingIt is to Him I pledge myselfYour promises are empty and corruptHis are abundant and righteouse He