Saints and devils,

My double life.

Rights and wrongs

My daily strife.

Bad wishes from friends,

Good luck.... by night?

Day lights tolls,

I still live for Christ.

To be and survive, really what for?

Receive and gain and forever want more?

I sit, wonder and watch the world deplore,

These are the croyances of my core.

Suffer now the stake of memories past,

A glorious glow through shattered glass.

Battered and bruised be the souls upon the this pulpit,

For though you may the Almighty will never forfeit.