Justice, For a Change

For my eyes to see a fruitful field,
for my heart to greet the day;
for strength to stand and never yield
for these I bow to pray.

For swiftness in the battlefield;
for fleetest feet to flee.
that my opponents fall or yield
Jesus, I call to Thee.

Justice for a change of pace,
a blade to harbor me;
for I have lived with open face;
these wicked hurt with glee.

My hands have never done such harm
my mind has not thought hate;
Justice! Jesus, raise Your arm;
the hour's getting late.

A contest entry

Open Door by SurelyWritten. 303 points, ended March 28, 2008, 14 entries
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SurelyWritten
March 27, 2008

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For the most part the rhyme is good except in the third stanza and the fourth stanza- I felt those were somewhat forced. Never rhyme just to rhyme.

I like the title a lot, and the smooth flow of the poem. The message is good, and for the most part really well written.

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Thanks for entering,
Shirley

(A more critical review may follow during judging, but no applauses will be given to any entry, even the ones that deserve them.)