Miltonesque

Through this epic battle i have come, and battle still.
i stand, but not without both wound and bruise.
My strength has failed me, stumbled is my gait
My standing here, is only by the Grace of Grace Enthroned.

Standing ‘gainst that snake who’s goal is to pervert me to his will
and turn me from the Glory to which i was born and by God’s grace, reborn
to wallow in the sickness and transgression of defiling dark
and to his hope bring darkness to the undiminished Light

But here i stand, forgiven and washed clean.
Within the shadow of protective wings
and though my brow is furrowed still against the onslaught of our foe
my heart trusts desperate in the One in whom resides my hope.