poetry

War Sonnet

1999

Time once again to face the devil.
Bright sun pulls the night apart.
I rise, and my human nature evil
Eternally strives to turn my heart.
Battle number insignificant
In my long short spiritual war.
Days come when all of me is spent
And I've forgotten what I've been fighting for.
Sometimes the days seem never to end.
And I feel battle-scarred, alone,
Down-trodden, doomed to defeat.
But then I remember my Savior and Friend,
And my General leads me on,
Till the battle is won and in Heaven we meet.

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