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A Warrior Cries to Understand
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A Warrior Cries to Understand |
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Poet4Christ Member
since 2003-02-19
Posts 211Oklahoma City |
A Warrior Cries to Understand Commander, behold this wounded wreckage full of forward marches stumbling down The lying rage of conflict and fatigue threaten with collapse upon the ground Self-adorned in facades, in broken armor rusted and worn by the clouds of war forged from this world in arrogance exposing old wounds to my enemy’s sword Behold broken limbs filled with scarring old bones dismantled extensions of self-prescribed worth Undefeated, but beaten upon the hard testing stones destined to fight with the first breath of my birth Inside the inescapable fog of an irreversible end a sense of self-starved potential stabs at the mind The gallant crusades that once flew as the wind now lay ill contortioned and enslaved somewhere inside Beneath these cracking discolored nails of bent hands the decay of neglect collects beside the soils of unrest The peace that I crave and cry to understand waits within my remembrance to explode through my chest Though behold O Commander, I hold the entrusted sword, yet unexplored yet to be awakened for battle, yet to be wielded So full of power through your word and through truth it waits upon my good falling, for it’s light remains shielded My tears of corruption and the fears of onslaught collect from the soul and stain my cold face The choice once made to wage war unprepared scorches the air with lying destruction and waste But behold this broken spirit, born ever to falter Falling today, I cry for you my Commander My tears of release fall as rain upon your envious altar I raise my chalice to you and weep for your answers Behold this beautiful wounded surrender May I learn to lift your sword and set ablaze the skies for these tears of realization bathe an eclipsed remembrance and the cries of redemption have softened once jaded eyes Deliver this wounded wreckage to stand for battle reborn to wait upon your battle cries and engross upon the sword May you walk with me through all the lying rages of darkness for the battles now belong to you my Commander, my Lord Timothy Work 2004 He that trusteth in his own heart is a fool: but whoso walketh wisely, he shall be delivered. Proverbs 28:26 |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
Good work Timeothy. Wonderful word images. Joyce |
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