The Distant Light Of Truth

I Am a Son of God,

With the Devil on my back!

Like a Bluebell

At the foot of towering trees,

At times I barely see the light,

Distant through the leaves…

Yet, I hear God’s call

Sung sweetly on the breeze…

Overshadowed,

The darkness fills the days.

Clouded judgements,

The World creates more strays.

Within my heart I am true,

Repelling my inner, formed from outer blue,

And also that of my iniquities,

Them that come to all at birth:

I Am a Son of God,

With the Devil on my back!

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