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.