Morning Star, Pt. II

by Stephen Byrne

Thy pride hath blinded, thee, O Morning Star.
Thy own hatred hath pulled the wool over thine eyes.
For I AM WHO I AM, and this shan't be undone,
Who was and is and will forever be so.
Didst thou thinkest thou could ascend to My throne?
Thou art a fool, and thy punishment is meted.
Thou art cursed to the earth, to inhabit it,
To walk amongst the creation you despise.
And though thou leadest all I love towards destruction,
The worst of Sheoul is reserved for thee.
Bosoms of fire are stored up for thee.
Lakes of flame shall be thy abode.
And though in that day, thou shalt desire Me
My face shall be eternally turned away.
Mine eyes be blinded to thy suffering,
And Mine ears deafened to thy cries of pain.
As for My children, thy enemies, thy prey.
I Myself shall free them from thy claws.
Thou wouldst destroy them, but I love them!
And I shall do what must be done to save them.
Thou will laugh in that day, for thy victory seemeth sure,
But eternal victory is Mine, for I am the LORD!!
Thou thinkest to ascend to be a god, but nay,
There is but one God, one Ruler of heaven, one Master,
And He is not created but forever.
Thou art naught but a work of Mine hands.
What share dost thou have in My regality?
What dominion can thou hold over heaven?
My foe thou wilt be, but not My equal.
Do not be mistaken, thy defeat is sure,
But with my decision, not thine own.
Thus saith the LORD God of hosts.