The Old Standby Poem by Garrett Westcott

Evil is a beast
No matter what they say
It's not a bright sunny morning
But a dark gloomy day

I was determined to make a difference
And fight the dark knight
I needed a secret weapon
That was as bright as white light

I decided to learn
What made the enemy tick
I was looking for a secret
A new and improved trick

I decided to look
Over the edge
I got lost in the forest
I was almost found dead

In the forest at midnight
I was attacked by a wolf
I was kicked in the head
By a centaur's hoof

They ripped me and tore me
From my head to my foot
They burned me with fire
In a pit with ashes and soot

There the angels found me
And brought me back home
No more will I journey
In the forest to roam

For I found out the hard way
That the devil's too tricky for me
I slipped on the rocks
And paid the penalty

And that the way to combat evil
Is the same they told you in church
It is the same old standby
That kept Daniel from hurt

I struggled to find
A chink in their mail
But my time was all wasted
The old standby rings like a bell

And what is the old standby you ask?
A tried and true journey
A hero of the past

The way of the Bible
A life of repentance and prayer
To follow Jesus is the way
So be good and play fair

(2014)