None Shall Deconstruct

You can't kill hope, when hope is heaven born;
And the snow white locks of justice, they never shall be shorn.
The divine fountain of grace, no enemy shall obstruct;
And that golden throne in heaven, none shall deconstruct.

Not Darwin with his theory, or Dawkins with his scorn;
nor the keyboard warrior, angry, lost, forlorn.
The woke have not the power, big tech has not the skill,
To put God out of business, or at all alter his will.

Though dark may be the hours, man's faith like sun has set;
The covenant with His people, God never shall forget.
The air is cold and frosty; the leaves with color burn;
Make no mistake, O wearied soul, the springtime yet returns.

Zechariah 4:6b 'Not by might nor by power, but by My Spirit,' says the Lord of hosts.
Psalm 34:1 I will bless the Lord at all times; His praise shall continually be in my mouth.

This poem won first place for the December 2023 poetry contest