A lamb's conflict

Through a new will’s core, in pieces, I go.

As rioting mouths sound death, like the fire below.

This is my final battle, for cathedrals I roam.

Now it hurts, here comes the devil, mouth full with flame and foam.

 

Long moments of heat, and my simple hands with a prayer.

”Please god, sing me that righteous roar! Show me you care…

Show me thine power! Condemn this beast!

Set me free! Let my soul be at peace.”

 

“My little one in fleece be filled with your shepherds light.

For through our love, your weakness becomes your might.

This savage burden may be a piece of your past,

 but you suffering will refract into glory, if you just hold fast.”

 

So through a new will’s core, in pieces I go,

But the rioting mouths are silenced and the fire is quenched below.

This is my final battle, the devil had dropped and I no longer mourn.

“Thank you, oh lord, for my victory in being reborn.”

 

“My child,” he said. “thou knowest I love you evermore.”