You see this anguish, this resentment, this hate…
demons on every side, using every tactic, to lure me to hells gate.
I use to fight with a vengeance, and still I fight, but I’ve grown so tired,
my armor so worn, I can’t hold my sword any hire.
I’ve tried loving through this battle, but it comes out the wrong way,
the bones that protect my heart are crumbling every day.
Anymore when I pray, all I do is cry.
Few words come out, except me, asking,…….”why?”
I have not thrown up my white flag,
but if I did, it would look like another dirty rag.
Secrets that only you hold about me,
are fertilizer on the ground, on which I fight on , to remain free.
a few flowers have sprouted from the rich soil,
but my pain, like pesticides are making the roots spoil.
I still love, and yell it out loud, with no echo back,
but your light flickers at my voice, letting me know that you reciprocate that.
Life hurts so badly, and that is all I can say.
Fight for me Jesus!
Fight for me, I pray!