The Faith of a Patriot, a Poem (Tribute to LaVoy Finicum)
The Faith of a Patriot
Humble, meek, submissive, yet strong,
With a knowledge of truth of right and wrong;
He looks o’er the land—endless fields in view;
Seeing a harvest great, but laborers few.
His scene is the deep, amid black skies,
and a ten-horned beast, from the sea doth rise;
At this terrible view, some friends now cower,
and submit to the beast in this self-same hour.
But a mightier image comes into view,
And a voice for a cause which beckons the few;
The invisible image of a mighty hand,
And an outstretched arm, on behalf of man.
With sword now drawn, he makes his choice,
to lend to the cause, heart, soul, and voice;
And says to himself, while others flee,
“I can do all things through Christ, who strengthens me.”
While the beast approaches with its 7 crowns,
thru the quaking earth and the shrill of sounds;
A battle is fought for humanity,
To keep our home brave—ensure our land free.
Then despite works of Marx, and Gadianton bands,
The conspiracy is thwarted throughout all lands;
All joyfully gaze, while freedom spreads,
At the lifeless beast, with its 7 heads.