I walk the weary world under many different skies
Thinking often of Your lovely ways...
When I fight imagined battles within the arena of my mind
You are there with your golden banner shining
When I draw my insatiable sword in the very real world
Your whispered words are Temperance and Wisdom
When I feast at fevered midnight with madmen, wolves and kin
You are there , silver cup in Your golden hand
When I can no longer bear the needs of the many
You bring silken darkness down all about me
When loneliness will not remove his armored grip
You strike me upon your glowing anvil, and set my soul alight
When I murder the demons of ignorance at whose table I dine
You welcome me with cleansing waters at the banks of your holy well
When I laugh in the masked faces of the false ones
You show me to the places where the secrets truths are found
When I walk among forgotten God's, though I am small
You hold me upon Your glorious shoulder
When I must don Dissolution's black cloak
You welcome me to Your glorious green temple
When I touch my liars pen to the hungry page
You pour inspiration out upon me
When my heart must trod forbidden fields
You set the stars to guide me home
- Chris Getz
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