the warrior

Weapon in hand,
Your fists clenched,
No mercy expected,
Suited and braced for battle.

"Living is surviving,
Strive and grasp for yourself,
For all others will beat you down."

"This is being in the real world,
Grace and mercy spell weakness,
Tis' a nice but unrealistic ideal."

And so your life I see,
Swinging from anger to insecurity,
Always guarded, never trusting,
Poverty of spirit eating your soul.

It doesn't have to be so ....

Lay down your burdens,
His yoke is easy.
His eyes see all,
There is nothing to prove.
His heart is willing,
And His arms able.
For He fought death,
To save us from ourselves.

"So come on home",
Calls the Father, "Come on home."
The battle's over, Christ has won.

for Dad

sč
KL, June 13th, 2007