Hell Knows

Hell knows whose voice I hear like crashing waves in the ocean.

Hell looks at me and is threatened.

It trembles when I wake up to have my morning cup of coffee. It cowers at the thought of me going into the world, getting an education, and having great influence. It knows of my ambition, potential, and determination. But more importantly hell knows who my motivation is. Hell knows whose voice I hear like crashing waves in the ocean. It knows who made my heart to beat and my blood to flow. Who made my mind to think and my love to grow. Poor, poor hell still tries to win a battle it lost long ago. Hell knows I can never be a complete failure thanks to Jesus Christ my Lord and Savior.