A Fight-by Susan Thomas

Dark, wicked thing
lurking around the corner
watching my sleeping babe
stalking him
making him cry
giving him chills
of fear

you play with fire
you see my son as weak
you think my faith
a joke
but if you knew
how true
and strong my faith stands
you would run in fear

you should realize
the father is on our side
he is our protection
he is our foundation
he is our guiding light
you can not break him
so you can not break me

I let you have the place you dwell
not because of a weak faith
not because I'm scared
but because I do not own
the place you dwell
if we owned the creepy place
 we would give you a fight so fierce
god's presence would be so strong
that it would be you fleeing
it would be you screaming
not my sleeping babe