Worlds

Every person you meet,
Has within them a life experience.
It constructs within them
Their knowledge...
Suffering to suffering
Joy to joy...
The world around them becomes.
Many sins lead to many sorrows
And many right deeds lead to many joys.
The world is what it is, always,
But subtly, we perceive it differently.
Language molds around reality
And many worlds converge
Many wills do battle
To have supremacy.
Yet, there is what's real...
One will can stifle another and ruin them
And it is often the lamb who is God's chosen;
The barren one with a barren womb;
The woman rejected by her suitor
Married to him, but widowed by rejection.
And she goes through life
As Zion, a heath in the wilderness
Encamped and bound to laws she doesn't understand.
And then, the LORD reigns supreme
And His will is sovereign over all else.
He aligns the stars, he keeps the constellations in orbit.
He reigns, and keeps the worlds in their proper spheres.
And we do battle with the demons
And wrestle them like Britos and Beowulf;
And when we take on our full armor,
The sword of the word,
The shield of faith,
The gauntlet of charity,
The shoes of readiness to share the gospel,
The belt of truth,
The aegis of righteousness,
The helmet of salvation;
We slaughter the foes and princes who wish to do us harm.
And we wrestle with them, and win.
And it is by God's will alone, we are empowered,
And through rest in His will, we are made appropriate.
There is no other way to win.
Then she gives birth to many right nations.