Lord of Flies

 

 

Oh, little sins, why do you boast

such power over me?

For on my side the Lord of hosts

is full of zeal for me,

and rank on rank of holy swords

fight for me on this field –

where you but prick and feint and fool,

and have but lies to wield.

Your only hope, and bleak at that,

is to confuse my soul –

to turn my compass wandering,

and point me to your pole.

So now and then I’m found again

condemned, turned from the light.

But ‘ere your darkness traps me there

your hordes are put to flight.

Here my Beloved comes in force

to turn, to save, to free!

In a pavilion, safe from harm

He gently places me.

Then His strong arm, not gentle now,

will rout our common foe,

and I home to His heart once more

where you will never go.

Oh, little sins

you boast false strength

to shame and bind my soul.

But your best efforts humble me,

And at His feet, I’m whole.

 

                                                Charlotte Ostermann

                                                                    August, 2006