How are the mighty fallen?
Not by threats and shouts,
But a thousand whispers charm the soul
Wrapping their spell about -
An oak being whittled by a tiny blade
Splinter by splinter to the core
Guessing nothing at all of the plot
He is mighty no more.
How are the wise turned blind?
Their eyes are not gouged away
But Satan comes and drip by drip
The petrifying poison plays
Bathing with gentle cruelty
Each drop leaves its trace
Until the mind turned in upon itself
Is finally encased.
Not by might nor by power
But by stealth
Are the wise and mighty felled.
Taken from "A City To Dwell In" - a collection of poems from the Jesus Fellowship, available online from the Shop.
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