October 31, 2012 As thy pride destroyed the man May his broken corpse haunt your days Too good, too good to give a chance Too good to recognise his face As thy selfish greed stripped the boy May his skin and bones perform For you, just one last service To save from your coming storm As thy power didn’t serve to save But withheld to fill your hole May the broken promises around you Remind you of your soul Though thy justification is proven You have failed to extend grace May your reasons stand firm Before He who judges ways This night is dark without a star The light keepers have dimmed Their heart’s torches no longer burn To hide the proof of the delimbed – Do not withhold good from those to whom it is due, when it is in your power to do it. – Proverbs 3:27