The subtle rebel
a reason for hell,
walks nook and cranny
of Man's heart, wavy
in steps, soft in speech,
wants a mind to teach
the old ways of his,
that robs souls their peace.

Once as he whispers
like sounds that lingers,
his echoes of sin,
that made me so keen,
till i heard a voice
making my peace poise.


This vague commoner
a restless goner,
you have lost all wars,
quit your battle tours,
for man is redeemed,
already fit deemed
for eternity,
in Christ's polity.