Does valor claim me its victim or ally? What proof does a sideline seat give me to honor, glory or the acceptance of fate and chance? I am the Lord of no one’s fence.

Into the midst of an incontrollable fray I am cast as a pawn with some secret. Some mystery instilled from the dawn of time plays and pulses within a heart that would be slain by palsy, paralysis and fear. These things are not my master but the weapons of foes with penchant for promises they cannot bear to fruition.

I look on while the forces massed against us find purchase in the soils given to God’s beloved. What chance in hell’s installment have they in victory against the King of All Kings? Don’t delight in the frenzy playing out scenes of a script they’ve written in their own denial of the inevitable. Must I now play my cards dealt from an imaginary deck in avatar to escape the obligations and vows that call me to reason?

These are the demons of old have thrived and sycophantly slurped from the power of Spirit that resides too far for the touch of the swollen phalanges. What promise to which they cling brings them to the outskirts of the impossible only to be fallen upon by the Rock that started all Ages? Are we to fall pray to roaming lions pent on our destruction, toothless and off scripture? No for the war is not our own but at the footsteps of God’s Throne. They violate His proclamations in their making. Are we to enforce laws lain down by God Himself? What of His Wrath for their blatant disobedience? Must we reconsider our own in expecting His intervention upon Promise?

Cyclically we repeat the fearful works of unfaithful. Again to again we find caverns and shadow in which to hide from the horrific when all along God’s wings and His Omniscience stood awaiting our acceptance. I run no more if but to the waiting arms of God’s Protection, Hope and Promise. Wait not my Friends for the time dwindles in this mass of indecision.