Poetry

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The War

The alarm sounds
as his eyelids reluctantly lift open
raising his arms to push his way out of rest
into another day

A new time has arrived for more conflicts to take shape
He pours a cup of fresh awakening
His mission is clear but to others it is non-existent

Bowing his head he goes to a familiar place in the midst of the One
who brought him to the battlefield
He reminds the mortal of his conquest
as a general giving orders on the front line

There is a violent war taking place here and I have chosen you to fight
the General confirms
You and others are the torches that keep the flesh breathing for a better hope
with My Word as a living and true testimony to guide you along the paths of the righteous and wicked

The man lifts his head and opens his eyes once more feeling confident
no matter what take place
He has consumed the real food that he need to face the evil that lay ahead

As he leaves the comfort of his home
he realizes the challenges ahead
knowing the minds of men are fixed for the enemy unless
the Light is given

Cautiously he walks down the street
contemplating the vile things that are taking action
to decay the soul of its true potential

He knows his weapons will see light shortly
The air settles falling thicker as he paces
deeper and deeper into the lost world

Left and right souls are yearning for purpose wanting to take flight
The antiquated man spots a soul reaching for help as the enemy corners her in

Now is the time
A still small voice proclaims inside the man
Quickly he pulls out a weapon that will do the job
The enemy fights for every breath knowing this soul is not his anymore

Suddenly she reaches out to grab the Light
Her soul has been stripped and washed with pure eternal oil
sealing her that no evil can touch

Heaven rumbles as multitudes of angels sing in joy
One pulls out the Book of Life
which contains the names of every soul
that has been rescued
from the deep fire that is pending for those unfortunate few

She is pulled up to newness of life
as she knows something miraculous has taken place
she wondered and asked the name of who helped her from the snares
of death

As tears rolled from the man’s beaten face
he replies with a sigh of relief
by responding
My name is Missionary

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