No Quarter for Dragons
A Poem for William on His Eleventh Birthday
Kill the Dragon! Lo, he comes,
And in his face a fire of hate;
But now I hear the warlike drums
Call us to stand before the gate.
Refuse to let him in!
He comes with armies at his back—
A legion flying through the air;
Preparing for a bold attack,
They fling their darts of black despair,
Their fiery darts of sin.
And William, they are here for you:
To wreck and ruin all your days,
To shade and shadow all that's true,
And set the house of faith ablaze:
A day of shock and awe.
These dragons following their lord,
Are sins, temptations, custom-made
For you; so sharpen now your sword,
For they are coming to invade
The citadel of Law.
You must fight on! For there can be
No treaty made with such as these;
No quarter! If you would be free,
The Black Flag o'er your enemies
Must fly and never fall.
So William, hear your father's word,
As birthday wishes now come true:
Be killing sin, or, rest assured,
It will be always killing you—
But hope in Christ for all.