Mikey's Poetry Book, Ch. 29

"Between Porch and Altar"

Principalities of darkness

scream and absorb souls

of those left unarmed

it takes those wandering

and creates wicked creatures

out of those

who were simply blind.

Devouring the souls of those in need of a Father.

The charm and eloquence of evil armies

have enticed generations

and brought those who were thirsty

into destitution

and destruction.

It feeds them slop

and convinces them they feast

on a rich man’s bounty.

Those who live in the margins

cry out for justice

believing they’ve taken the high ground

unable to see the shackles on their wrists

unaware their love

is the exact hate the accuser

longs to perpetuate.

Sound Your trumpet,

You who comes in

riding on dark clouds

bursting forth with hot coals

and smoke from Your nostrils.

With thunder and lightning in Your hands,

answer Your humble servant

this mere mortal

of whom You’ve loved and redeemed

as we weep here

between porch and altar.

With the keys to death and hades in Your hands,

turn the gazes of those who live in the serpent’s sermon.

Decimate their temples and their altars

and strike them with Holy fear.

I pray they fall

and find themselves with no choice

but to call upon You

and become part of an awakened generation

one that stomps on the heads of snakes

and shuts the jaws of lions

by the authority poured out

by Your spirit.

Jehovah.

Save me from this crooked plane of existence full of those who mock You. Give me words to speak Your truth to them and eyes to witness the scales be lifted. Give me strength to cast demons out from them, and open up the kingdom gates. May I sing with Heaven in celebration for those who finally come home.