Like a wooden knob dangling at the end of a chain from the ceiling fan

I hang on every last word of God in this world

Walking through the fire

Trekking through the forest

Seeing in the dark

Hearing through the nonsensical noise that obstructs my ears.

I cling to the word of God

Stopping the flames from piercing my skin

Keeping my feet on the right path

Shining through the bleak obscurity

And canceling out the superficial sound

So his voice is the only thing that rings through my ears

In a world that spins on greed, pleasures in lust; reacts to anger, and feeds on pride.