God’s Exchange

Fifteen hundred fell away,
a thread cut loose, a fleeting stay.
It seemed a loss, a bitter sum,
a silence where support once come.

But in its place, a door swung wide,
to higher courts where truth can ride.
Not pennies counted, month by month,
but leverage of power, a stronger front.

For fleeting checks could never buy,
the weight of law, the watchful eye.
An Appeal is stone, where lies must break,
a record sealed for justice’ sake.

Let him keep his pitiful gain,
a harvest reaped from shallow rain.
I hold the land, the roots, the Seal,
God’s own Exchange for a higher Appeal. ☀️