“That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved” – Romans 10:9

                                      Saved from the wicked of the world through our Lord

                                      The heart weary, and pushing a slothful liquid,

                                      Not expected a heathen dressing himself in goodness

                                      Would grow its jaws in the ranch of the wrangler.

                                      The vicissitudes it brought forth

                                      Dark as tar in the devil’s heart.

                                      The freezing feet in warm summer days;

                                      Alone, destitute, broken, trying to calm, fighting to have the ranch;

                                      Came to think truthful the narrative the heathen put forth.

                                      He faded even if the icons still hung before the eyes –

                                      A miracle, a dream, when a comma might have spelled the end,

                                      The malicious sea was about to drown – I realized,

                                      I saw with faith’s eyes all those eyes that had served poison.

                                      I realized –

                                      To have the ground underneath

                                      A dead hand must be holding mine.