Faith Trumps Magic

Magic---I'm telling preachers---
Is delusion. Sangria, Voodoo,
Canaanite Magic, it works through hatred
And bitterness. The way a crowd
Turns on a righteous man---
Vindictive Indignation is a powerful agent.

The preachers believe, right now,
That Satan performs wonders.
Lying wonders---uncorroborated
By any witnesses.
And what wonders Satan employs,
Drives the witness mad
Though hypnotism or sleight of hand.

Faith, however, is like the wind---
Its substance is unseen,
Yet can topple mountains.
Faith, is to see the Stars
And know that our fortunes lie not within their mystery,
But rather, the stars are a timepiece
Calculating each day so minutely,
That no other in history will ever be like so.
Faith is to see the bounds of human love
To see the bounds of human kindness
And, also, to see the bounds of human pride and folly;
Lust, lasciviousness and deceit,
To discern between them which is good,
And to forsake which is evil.

Faith understands reality rests on God's Will alone,
While Magic assumes The Self is the authority, 
From self-will and self-deceit.
That, when in the presence of Demoniacs,
Rather, it is Power emitting from God
Which casts them out,---
Spiritual impartations 
Aneled upon His people through divine love.

Therefore, what distinguishes between the two,
Is that Faith is real, and Magic is not.