by Stuart D. Gathman

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How can you speak so calmly,
of the chaos all around?
I know my King will show the path,
through whirlwind and the storm.

How can you not be fearful,
with such peril all around?
I follow my Commander,
who blocks the killing blows.

How can you not be chafing,
at the narrow way you tread?
My thoughts are filled with handling
just the tasks He gives to me.

How can you not be worried,
that the end will come out wrong?
My Master has that job,
mine is to do just what He said.

Obedience is freedom.
If I had no King to love,
I would be ruled by passions,
when my passions I must rule.