Startled he woke his heart a race
Sweet Beading off his brow
His worried look turning into a Scowl
His blood boiled as his mood changed
A war with fear he was about to wage
Desperation Reaped his soul
Determined to find a weakness, gap or hole
Attacking on the hidden, Secret, Dark
To defeat this slimy enemy he shall Hark
To the wisdom and knowledge in the word
For in it may the truth be heard
Of Love and mercy Grace bestowed
Upon the boy with fear now in tow
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