The Battle

A shadow pulls me in,

tempting my utmost being

I hear an inner voice saying, "Flee from your desires, Flee!"

Sucking me in by illusion

I have experienced first hand what trouble causes

A knife bearing down in my soul

cries of fear and hope

yet who can hear me?

Who will save me from this world?

A white chariot, A wondrous man

Moving me to safety as he fights the war.

Clashing of the swords, lightning banging

To the left, then the right, left again

A clasp of thunder shouts.

Did someone win?

A cold chill runs down my spine as the wind becomes stronger

Out of fear of the unknown, I peek

To my dismay, a trickle of blood flows

From the side of the gallant warrior

There he lay, so solemn and peaceful

The corner of my eye revealed,

the luring shadow laughing heartily

"I've won, I've won!"

Instantly, my eyes filled with sorrow and pain

The agony, the torture this man suffered

And he did it for me?

Suddenly....

A bright light shone,

the earth shaking....

I couldn't maintain my balance and I fell to the ground

I looked at the deceased Savior,

yet found only strips of cloth

"Where has he gone?"

"What has become of this One?"

Then I turned around

There stood the man, brighter than even the sun

with the sword in his hand, held out in the sky

He smiled and said "My dear child

Do not be afraid. Come to me

and I will give you rest!"

The shadow had disappeared, yet somehow

it was assumed he was still there

watching my every move

Fear took a hold of me again

and I asked, "But, what shall I do

if the evil comes again?"

He looked into my eyes, with a piercing light

held me in his arms and said,

"Fear not, my young lamb. The price was paid for you."

I wanted to ask why, yet I saw on his belt the five letters

That instantly answered my question:

G R A C E