As we journeyed
In a cold and lonely night
I peeped through the veil
The night was quiet
Curled like a little child
I said my prayers
To the Uncreated Creator
Who curated heaven and the earth
The night and the morning
The God of awesome wonders
My case is settled
I am a covenant child
When the Eagle journeys
Surely, she returns home
With all the spoils
This is in advance
To the All Knowing
Who goes before me
To straighten my path
And crowns by exploits with fatness
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When you are in Christ, you case is settled. beautiful poem