Light bringer's light

A poem about faith.

How many times have I run to thy father?

How many times did the devil beat me to it?

What more to understand? What more have I gathered? 

A bet on my head might lead to sudden defeat 

From whence does this darkness hail? 

Pretence; the light bringer might prevail 

Illusions in motion, the ship has set sail 

Caught between the tides of my own tale 

Once more, the nefarious one strikes away 

Angels exist, but I bask in my lonesome

Idle thy mind, and the devil shall play 

Gifted a curse, and they say it will be wholesome 

I am not Job 

But a man is inclined that he must have hope 

A job bestowed on those that can cope

I spoke to my will, so it doesn't elope.