The Old Man
What is this fight that you go through?
You struggle strongly with what to do
You ponder possible plans and pray
Just what's the best I can today?
The wind of defiance blows your heart
The people say stop but you know you cannot
They see a monster and are terrified
They wish instead that you died
You open your mouth to speak your case
They stare at you with hardened face
The time had come for him to end
You've taken away one of their friends
You're lost for words just for a moment
Then with resolve, the sword was spent
Blood on your hands - still warm and moist
You had to make the ultimate choice
The man lay dead and just ahead
You feel relief despite their dread
Yet still, the people are insane
They'll raise him back on up again
And then the fight will start anew
The old man back to get at you
So dying daily is the quest
For God must only have your best
Each time he comes you must resist
Your life and strength for sure increased
No matter the means or cards he plays
The grace of God provides the ways
Till Christ shines in you perfectly
And the old man dies permanently
The battle remains to build your strength
You must endure the entire length
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