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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