The Accuser Seeks a Fogged Mind
A poem from a meditation on 1 Peter 5.
The Accuser seeks a fogged mind To swallow whole like a lion Stolen are my thoughts, my sleep Anxieties are trying My patience, my compassion, my peace Save me from the lion’s teeth Clothe me in humble grace A lion’s pride sweeps My heart, to bring me down What suffers offers a foothold Trials of fire come to test me I may be tempted, but you make me gold Burning bright in the fire He who suffers is finished With sin, is not consumed Called by the One, the Highest In Christ the lion subdued In grace firmly rested The Suffered One calls securely Into eternal glory, peace, and rest He will establish your feet strongly Within the rains, the streams, the winds Of revival