Stopwatch hours
And we write spiritual towers
Look out
Come in
Before they break all pens
And every hour
Another condensed epistle
Before libraries burn
Don’t wait to read
Don’t say later
Who promised you later
Burning late-night oil
So you’ll see this at another time
Ain’t for me it’s for the family
Too comfortable here
Guillotine and swords draw near
Remember our true home
While we are detested told we don’t belong
Brothers and sisters dying overseas
Executed if caught asking God to help them believe
Saints everywhere needing prayer
And the good news of the good news
Satan under Jesus’ feet bruised
And maybe a poem will infuse bravery
They may get the body but the mind and spirit rebukes slavery
Our Lord and King will come with a victory lap
And his enemies will be in everlasting darkness.
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