Unhinged.
Minds devolve.
Primal screams
bounce off the wall.
Chaos ensues.
The devil roams
Like a lion seeking whom he may devour.
Resist! He will flee.
Begone! He goes elsewhere.
Look up! See the Glory of the LORD.
He is Majesty. He is Love. He is Justice.
By His Mercy He is gathering
His Chosen Family to Himself.
One day
(Oh, how we look forward to that day.)
we will cast off from this shore
and sit with Him at His Banquet Table.
Forever.
Sing Praises to His Name
Now
while there is still light.
A darkness comes
before the New Dawn.
May our LORD’s blessing of peace
His Spirit like tongues of fire
fall upon you
LORD Bless, Keep, Shine. . .
JonahzSong 
Nice poem, Wil! So thankful to God that when we resist the devil drawing near to God, the devil must flee. I am thankful that even as this present world gets darker and more corrupt we have the Light. May the Lord fill you with the Peace of His Presence. In all things I am more and more thankful that Peace is a Person and His Name is Jesus.
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