Conquered

Long have I fought to own my desperate dreams—
Rebellious serf in search of something more,
And sharpening my tongue, declaring war
And holy zeal against whatever seems
To block me. Sense and circumstance may roar,
But I have dreamed and I have fought before—
See, in the sunshine, how my armor gleams!

But who’s the enemy? My passions fade
As now at last I glimpse the Castle high
On misty hill. Why would I be afraid,
Or fight, when He has conquered all, and I
Need only yield to Him? Halt, dark crusade!
See one shy rainbow race across the sky.