(from September 2014)
The dice thrown down determines who shall enter on this day
Into the jaws of trial, and who shall guide the way
As swords are drawn in battle and to foul purpose lent
The Devil’s here incarnate the veil it has been rent.
He throws his die upon the earth upon foul purpose bent
The moments pass, his prey consumed. Can this be what was meant?
No, who shall counter in this game? Who shall stand before
The one that hell’s afflicted and guide them to the door?
Who will grasp unto the light and in its presence bare
The one entrapped, and squirming, just who will help them there?
God enters in upon the fray as in His hand He holds
A soldier armed in dread array His purpose to unfold.
He dare not lose for in his hand God placed the thread of life
Which once He gave…
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