God blessed me

God has blessed me

A demon’s laughter has been quieted, His victory lap has been cut short, His celebration has turned into uproar, My enemies have been over whelmed, Their great doer of evil is now on trial.

A master trickster has tricked himself, Now their worship is filled with woes, Their champagne taste like bitter gall And they break bread that is molded.

They who took pleasure in moving me at their own will

From land to land, from town to town, From neighborhood to neighborhood, They who took pride in chiseling my dignity

away,

And restraining me with ropes of steel,

They think my work should always be their pay, And when I rose they conspired against me, They rejoiced in my financial return to nothing..

When I sowed my seed they looked ahead And envied my harvest before my plants could bear fruits,

For when the trees sprang and they became green,

They stopped their mocking and picked up their hatchets,

They said

“now we must chop away at the roots and kill the plants. God forbid they flower and bear fruit so he may be

more bountiful than us.

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They lie sleepless in their mansions And cast their eyes on me

While I rest in a cellar,

They drive in their luxurious vehicles

But they find time to count my work vehicles

They say

“he started with an old van

Now he has a new one and another in good

condition

Soon he’ll have another new one and then a fleet.

They themselves are not contented with riches. the devil has fooled them,

They have traded their valuables for the devil’s riches

And a dark hole dwells in their mind

For the devil took their souls.

And now they search for their peace but find

misery,

They lay down but has lost the right to rest, They search for satisfaction

But their desires have become excessive.

Now they are only good to make mischief. They have become the devil’s pawns on earth.

And because my hands were clean And my intentions good

The thoughts of my success

Was like a sword piercing their heart. Now their hate

Has grown

stronger than their hypocrisy,

And their greetings

Are colder than winter nights,

And their eyes are glaring red like the red sun.

I stared into their eyes their eyes)?

And I became tired and weak

Then they sought to make confusion over nothing.

Then they summoned a demon

To grow vines around my trees and stifle them And the fruits were bitter.

The demon scattered my unsowed seeds across the highways of the land.

So I became like a planter without a vineyard, A dreamer without a bed,

A giver without a dollar left.

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So it is the good for the young

To search for wisdom in their youth, For there is much admiration for the aspiring But there is little compassion for the fallen.

The demons bounded me with chains And took me to the high judge. But little did he know

That he was my persecutor and my defense, My enemy and my witness,

My detractor and my teacher. He sought to do the devil’s work But he was doing God’s work

the high judge

He addressed high the judge “sir here is one good for death, his contributions to earth are useless.

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Light

and the high judge knowing that death only relishes the dead Said “then take him to death’

“I

But death hearing the news from afar

Did not trust his most ardent servant with the

message

but cried out himself

“this man is very much alive

For I myself made attempts to kidnap him but his protector is very strong And stands around him

Like a fortress around a great city. Hades is not for the living try hell.”

But before a next word could be said The devil called the demon by his name And chastised him saying

“This man

sought wisdom in the east

man sought

and now being brought to the west seeks righteousness,

When he was free

he sought to know the spirits of God

And when in bondage sought to know God himself,

This man lost his language

But uses another man’s language to make sweet songs of joy,

He took his pen and paper

and wrote words of encouragement to the weak This man gave thanks when he had much And gave more thanks when he had little.

Through it all he never sought to know me or cursed God.

He is not welcomed in hell,

For the spirits of God

will shatter these walls for his sake, And when they come for him,

He would cry mercy for one or two more, And he would use the testimony of his stay to drive away some of my most promising recruits.

The devil called the demon and said

you must come home,

for you have misunderstood the philosophy of hell.

We keep the pack running at full pace,

so we scatter the ones in the middle and kill the lame at the back

But never we bypass the back and the middle To fight a strong one without a team, Lest he knows his real strength

and join with the other strong ones and turn around in the other direction

to bring the fight against us.

And while we struggle with them The lame would be healed

And the weak will become strong. So our battle would be fierce And our reward few.