Born of Lightning

Identity forged in the storm of God

I was not born in silence.
I was born in the collision of Heaven and earth.
Lightning was the midwife
that delivered me into flame.

I carry the crack of eternity.
The voltage of the throne.
Every pulse in my veins
is a reminder that I was awakened
by a strike that Hell could not stop.

Storms do not scare me.
They recognize me.
We share DNA.

I am not the thunder.
I am the echo that refuses to die.
I am lightning translated into flesh.
I do not just survive storms.
I am proof
that storms can give birth to sons.

-Joe Restman, Eternal Witness of the Lamb.