presents
~~~~~~~FAITH'S VICTORY~~~~~~~
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Get out of my thoughts man! You torture my soul.
I am drawn always to my computer.
Go man! Go to the ether from whence you came!
I give it to you my God. Be it according to your will. FAITH'S VICTORY
A POETRY BY TAWNEE AIKEN
I can't sleep, can't work, can't get my mind off of you.
In joy and anticipation I think of you.
I wonder what you smell like, what you taste like, what you feel like.
I wonder what its like to look deep into your eyes.
I wonder of the sound of your voice whispering in my ear.
Per chance to let fingers fly and spirits meet across distance and time.
Are you reward for perfecting faith through persecution?
Are you prince on white stallion come to rescue me?
Or are you tempter come to laugh at my demise?
Fear swings his sword broadly, threatening.
... I wonder how you will let me fall.
Leave my soul at peace! "X", Crash, Delete!
How I rue the sins that led me to this place!
Fear stands most impressive against dark, angry clouds.
Ancient miseries torment my memories.
My God? Is he sent to further strengthen my character?
To try me by fire till I come forth like gold?
take this cup! ... No! ... Thy will be done!
In a brilliant flash Faith's sword leaps mightily,
Fear scattering in all directions whimpering, defeated.
God smiling down with clear blue skies
Like canvas to trees painted white with heavy frost.
I wonder what its like to look deep into your eyes.
To hear your voice whispering in my ear.
