Ode Poem by Jason Cunningham

You surround me with power and love,
Through the gift of Your Holy Dove.
He rest so gently upon my heart,
And slowly guides me with whispers of Your art.
Many times have I selfishly strayed,
But through all those times my Lord...you staid.

In the gloom of trial I see Your light,
My demons tremble when You arm me to fight.
Your helmet I trust to keep me aware,
Of the Skull where the Lamb bled for my care.
My chest is behind a breastplate of right,
No sword of sin shall pierce my hear in those nights.
As I stretch out my hand I find a sword,
It is fueled by Your flame, forged in Your Word.
As I exhale a peaceful sigh, the first step I attempt.
But lo I see upon my feet, a message of love not to be kept.

A sound, a flash makes me look up,
Again it booms making my shadow jump.
Then from over my shoulder a pure light shines.
I turn to observe the Saviour of lives.
His brilliant countenance is too much to take.
I fall to my knees as the earth around me shakes.
My fear now so powerful as I recall my sins.
'My child, fear not for my Love is what wins.'
'But how can you love a criminal insane? '
'How can I not, I gave you your name.
I was there with you when you entered this world,
I will be there still when the shades of death swirl.
Be happy, be free my warrior of light!
My God is your God and I have already won the fight! ! ! '

Ode to a good Friend who gave so much for us.
And telling the world is for me a must!