Battleground #2


Darkness chases me

From an ancient enemy

Hot breath behind

On my neck

Running I scream

For someone to protect

My heart

I labor, I pant, I moan

Pain, terror fills the air

Eyes closed from fear

I crash into your chest

You stroke my hair

Embrace, folding me

Into the gentle nest

Of your heart

Your light explodes

Filling my orphan’s world

Making up for my lacks

Of home, family

Giving me yourself,

Lord Christ,

And our joyful ecstasy!

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