This is a poem about idolatry and hubris.
I said, “You are gods,
And all of you are sons of the Most High.
Nevertheless you will die like men
And fall like any one of the princes.”
(Psalms 82:6-7 NASB)
Be of sober spirit, be on the alert. Your adversary, the devil, prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour.
(1 Peter 5:8 NASB)
I know you have the power and the will,
Within an hour, to quickly make a kill;
You still believe that strength comes from your hand,
And you can do whatever you have planned.
But I know something that you don’t yet know:
The strength that does, from your corrupt will, flow
Comes from the One who does direct all things,
He raises high, but can depose the kings.
It is your will to make this planet dark,
To douse and quench each good and loving spark,
But you don’t know that changeless love is strong,
And night without the day won’t last for long.
The ones that you attempt to hurt and kill,
The ones that follow not your way and will,
They are the ones who keep their faith and hope;
Without them, you cannot expect to cope.
Although perceiving many secret things,
You’re blind and deaf to what the future brings;
If you did know what fate would bring to you,
You would attempt to flee what is your due.
But you are rightly making quite an end,
An end that you did not perhaps intend,
But you will learn from your defeats, mistakes,
That what a man does give is what he takes.
Inside, you think you are a clever man,
And you have made a smart and fail-proof plan,
Insisting you can keep your flesh alive,
And that your brain and body will survive.
But God does know that you are self-deceived,
The lie is what you have, all life, believed;
Believing life is something you create,
But truth will your mistakes all demonstrate.
Although you try to make the darkness reign,
As you increase your foe’s alarm and pain,
You are a parasite upon his soul,
But can’t exist unless he is made whole.
If secrets deep are what you want to hear,
Then listen closely and deny your fear;
The God I serve is not a man like you;
He loves all creatures—even makes them new.
When all destruction finally does end,
Then you will learn about your blessed Friend,
For even beasts are kept quite safe within
His sphere of life, for all belong to Him.
You are my kin, although you’re now insane;
When you awake, you will release each chain;
You’ll weep for joy to learn you can be free;
Your pardon is complete—it’s jubilee.