[No idea when I originally wrote this, but it's been a few years ago, when I was under the delusion I could practice at least trying to learn how to write poetry, a delusion I'm safe from now. lol.]
His Word Incarnate
Amidst the many trials of this our exile
Long have we waited, for but a single word
From heaven, as we continue the struggle
To resist anew sin's sweet allure
The battle leaves us near despair
And from above silence is all we hear
Do we still cling to a desperate cause?
Or do we concede defeat to our fear?
Then once more our eyes turn to the tree
The place where our salvation occurred
And there we recall the answer has been given
Already, for God has given us His Word