He Doeth Protect, Who Raises Up!
By Mark Edgemon

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He Doeth Protect, Who Raises Up!
By Mark Edgemon

He shields me from within, from the trials of my temptations.
Yet He nourishes me in strength, as a rushing brook,
refreshes the roots of a firmly bedded plant.
The lies of men compass me about as a whirlwind;
swirling about my head;
Dizzying confusion. I try not to listen,
but every purpose of man is made known to Him.
And so I must hear my enemy's intent and then
I will know to turn away from the lies that sustains dishonest men!
For what will it take for them to make war with my soul
and overcome my spirit in black discontent.
Why would they laugh, in hopes of causing my feet to stumble.
Is it sport?
Might it be revenge for a disquieted soul?
Do they devour mischief and drink mockery's bile,
expecting to fair better than those who fell prior to them!
They do not! They cannot, unless yet, they be the first and if first,
then they forge the hell of their own torment!
No, the end of such acts of evil; the lies;
the guile of causing another soul to fall...is itself a living death,
Whether in our natural existence or in the pit;
where they who chose wickedness,
became ambers of a hellish, greater flame;
It must be, for it was purposed that sins be purged,
through the torment of those who joined themselves to evil.
Therefore I pity them, those who seek my hurt,
for they will not merely suffer,
they have already paid earnest of their fate!
As for this day, He doeth protect, who raises me up.
And I will be planted, nourished and strengthened.
It is His Way!

The End

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