No longer tears of pain, but joy,
what tactics does my God employ,
to rid my heart of loneliness,
transformed into a lonely bliss?
And Satan’s left, but he will come,
he’ll take not all the hearts, but some.
Yet I will stand a rock of love,
characteristic of above.
For God has given me my sight,
and walked me through the dark of night.
How then, should I be saddened now,
when at the Throne of God I bow?
(I think I wrote this one in Junior High – it got published in some book. I have no idea which book though.)