Father's (https://www.doodleaddicts.com/uploads/68546/cosmic-horror/) crooked hand, with six fingers (one looks like a fang) of different weird lengths (because He doesn't understand human anatomy well), holding a Gotham snow globe. And of course, the eyes. He loves eyes.
The Edge of Night
We are living in the days on the edge of night
You can see the darkness swallowing up the light
As the world of man accepts wrong for right
Time is short, and it is foolish to waste it
By debating with skeptics that faith in God is intellectually
bright
We are living in the days on the edge of night
The enemy’s delusion is thick
So, walk by faith and not by sight
Don’t lie around sunbathing in the light
We must pick up the banner of Christ
And work as long as there is light!
(January 23, 1994)
