Between Whose Batteries?

The servant fell at the Master’s feet
For 7 years had come, so they must meet
Redemption was offered, the servant to stay or go
Free to choose the road, to abide or blow

To go he would have to find a new life
Depart the Master’s house, ‘freedom’ it would lead to strife
Staying he would be the Master’s to command
A servant forever, a life of service on demand

The servant knew the Master’s love and correction
Recalled his history ‘before and after’ in vivid description
Saw clearly the way of the future, outside of all negative poles
No longer being struck down as in a game of 10 pin bowls

Committed to one Master only, positive poles would deploy
His ears pierced to the doorposts, a sign of his employ
Being tossed by the wind and seas of the dark would cease
So he chose the Master whom he loved, feeling great release

Unpinned from the doorposts his ears attuned to His voice
He entered through the double doors, angels did rejoice
Descending into the Master’s heart, he entered deep into love
Seven spirits encircling him brining perfection with the dove

A vortex of the Master’s power rotates all around
Bringing in His goodness and blessings to surround
All not of perfect love falling away from the servant
Engulfing him with fire and flame to keep him fervent