The Winning Battle
Working late a common trait
of mine when my thoughts won't abate
their pressing on my messy mind
but I can never satiate them
Restlessness and wrestling with
fears of a relentless message
telling me that hope is hopeless
dwelling deep in my emotions
Even so I know the sovereign
God of grace and pain's solution
ever guiding and abiding
cradles me in my delusion
Yet they persist, unknowns and lies
bombarding, pounding from all sides
facades of solid, spectral substance
virtual, vertical horizons
Vision crowded, clouded, shrouded
Truth obscured, unmoored and doubted
Faith submerged resurfaces
resisting death gasping for breath
inhaling half a lung of grace
the breath of life undoing death
The fuel to fight eternal night
fear not the shadows in the light
Ostensibly the real is fake and
fake is real so double take
Then preach, consider, know what's true
the paradox that God relates
of sin and death, of wrath and hell
which otherwise condemn the world
had not perfection volunteered
affection-driven to speared
The necessary death of Life
the lifeline of the dying dead
assaults the stronghold of the Liar
recaptures hearts, rekindles fire
The fire of fellowship it grows
from heart to heart unhindered blows
As unbelief melts in its path
god's peace the glowing aftermath
By faith, once dead and lonely souls
are knit together, full-known forever
Though here and now, we strain and bend
through seeming vain, mundane endeavors
this shall not be our final end
Things yet unseen, the best of dreams
though veiled, soon visible shall send
the here and now to there and then
Master the Mind 