Genesis 4:7
Iambic Pentameter with AABB rhyme
I hear it, when it scrapes its claws against
my door I often shudder with the angst
that rules the tide of my emotions. It
desires that which I cannot give. Get
me to the throne I plead, but I…I fight
with the knowledge that part of being right
with grace means mastering the lion that
awaits me on the other side of that
old door I’ve been trying to keep secure
for far too long but…how do I mature
in the old realization that this fight
has been fixed in my favor for my right
to walk in the anointing where I have
been garrisoned by God’s power to have
full access through faith to the promise? How
do I, the sinner that I am right now,
breakthrough this condemnation that forces
me to keep this door shut? But the courses,
the many paths I have taken, they led
me to these dead ends and now straight ahead
lies my only way out. I must overcome
I must come out from under satan’s thumb.
The Purge 