They say hell is a moonless night
with ferocious gusts breaking boughs off a gentle man's good nature.

Snapping blooms off tenderness
crushing down what God has given to shine.

I say love is a mysterious master
magnetically bound to follow his light encoded heart.

Thrown into fire, he comes out clean,  intact,  standing true in
violet fields of heaven.

They spread rumours like a vicious record, spinning around broken leaves on a hurricane of crown and power.

The only way to change it all
is to change yourself,

and

burrow deep into God's love
for sword of truth and
spirit power.