If this were a kingdom, and you were a queen,
and on you much of this old planet did lean.
If I was a subject, and you cast me out,
well, that would commence an unsettling scene.
If love did I have -- for such a great one,
who’d dare to command that this deed would be done.
If you know I loved you, but still sent me out,
those would be the days I would darken the sun.
I’d gather your foes wherever they’d be,
and tell them how you made a fool out of me,
I have them assembled before the great walls,
and many more troops would arrive from the sea.
We’d enter the cities through force with great rage,
and battle between us would shortly engage,
and for all this riot my army would cause,
I sadly would leave the great kingdom encaged.
I’d be sent away for fighting to gain,
the thing without witch I would be in great pain,
I’d only want peace as I did from the start,
but sadly this I could never obtain.
"For God has not given us the spirit of fear, but of love, and of power, and of a sound mind." - 2 Timothy 1:7