You hurt so deep it killed
you,
And yet you would still
breathe.
For the sake of friendship,
You wouldn’t, you could not
leave.
So much that you’d been
through,
The battles lost and won,
The souls both healed and
wounded,
Your fighting strength was
done.
Each friend you’d gained
languished
On some far desert isle.
Your pleas for battle aid
Went unheard so long a while,
At some point you chose to
stop
Hoping someone would near.
Perhaps there was no one out
there
Who might ever hear.
Perhaps you were alone, at
last,
And one, only, was nigh.
The one who saw you last,
‘fore birth,
Who’d be first, when you
would die.
You had no pressing
appointments.
You fell down to both knees,
As you cried out in anguish,
“O my Father, please help
me!”
No blinding light, nor
angels’ chorus,
Nor even mortal friend
Appeared to bring you
comfort,
As you cried louder then.
“I’ve tried and I have
fallen,
So very far, far deep,
I know not how I’m still
going.
I’ve no more hope to keep.
“My friends have gone and
left me.
I have not wish for life.
I desire to be near thee
Most now, in midst of strife.
Please come and bear me up,
O my Redeemer, Savior,
Friend.
On thee, I, now and ever,
Forever will depend.”
Your heart’s most sincere
anguish,
Your mind’s most vicious
pain.
Inside you deep there
languished
Virtues, long dormant lain.
While all the hosts of heaven
You imagined cheered you on,
Other, darker battalions
Sang a very different song.
Each force seemed united
In a single, focused aim-
To make you one of them.
They begin to call your name.
Their voices are compelling.
You wish to join their
throng.
The chorus of one enthralls
you.
But the other sounds so
strong.
A side to take great glory?
Or a side that gives all
honor
To the author of your story?
If you give your all, as is,
To God who grants you air.
He’ll give His all to you.
An eternal, loving Share.
Adam Scott Campbell
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