Am I slave,
or master?
Am I
crushed, or clinging fast
To parasite,
disaster,
Sinful
Present, painful Past?
And can I
royally decree:
“Ghosts and
demons, turn and flee!
Nevermore
dishonor beauty,
Nevermore
bewilder me.”
Or must I
dance when bidden
To the death
if not despair—
Strings
attached, if faintly hidden
By the
dust-elated air?
They say the
minds of innocents
Are always
first to go,
For the
innocent are foolish,
The poor
innocent are slow—
But I have
seen that innocence
Stand naked,
hero-sung,
Face evil
with the passion of
An
uncorrupted Sun
That burns
until the end of days,
The last
great light to fade,
Dismissed a
faithful servant--
You’ve done well,
for you’ve obeyed.
But back to
this dilemma:
I am slave--and
master, too,
Determinate,
determining,
Dependent, then,
on You
For of
myself, I author evil,
By evil I
fall.
But You are evil’s
conqueror,
The King
renewing all.
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