Hold the Line

Why do I have this confusion?
Where does it stem?
I am full of bloody holes,
the bullets pierced my body,
the enemy mocks me in my
weakened state of existence,
the smoke rises from the barrel
of his gun.
Am I defeated?
What is this defeat?
The air smells of dirt and blood,
the battle is fierce and vicious,
the hordes of the enemy well up
around us in the blackness
ripping us with their burning
steel and fire.
Where are you my Captain?
Where are you my King?
We stumble through the darkness,
looking about, brothers have fallen,
friends lost, family gone,
why am I blinded, confusion reigns,
then I notice the hands over my eyes,
and the whispering in my ear.
Has the beast set upon me?
Spreading his lies in my mind?
Someone pulls the hands away,
then I see You, brighter than Sol,
You have already crossed the field,
behind the enemy lines You traveled,
alone and with one act,
the enemy is defeated.
Your light shines out in the shadows,
the enemies soldiers shutter
as they behold their general
defeated and bowed at your feet,
Your strength comes to us,
my wounds are healed,
by your authority we are renewed,
and we have the Victory!

There is a part within, inside,
Somewhere between here and there,
Between flesh and spirit,
Deep inside my soul, far, distant,
A part that swirls in my center,
A bridge across a gorge cut by a river,
There encircled by more than me,
That in this chaos is control,
How complex a creature I am,
Control for the raging storms,
A tower with a light inside,
Extending out its tentacles of light,
A small thin thread, pushed by
The strength provided outside,
Weaving its way through the cloth
That is wrapped and needs this spirit,
Control to balance the ragin

A hollow hole of mud inside,
Deep within this spirit, my person,
The eyes that were blind can see,
A broken being I have been,
Part flesh, entwined with a spirit,
Confused and wandering with eyes closed,
So many parts, no many needs,
I need love, I need care,
I need a family, I need a friend,
A collar of iron, the wickedness,
A chain connected to this world,
Flesh split with the black whip,
Stagnant water to my knees,
Biting flies and leeches on my skin,
Lost in my fear, suffocated with rage,
Alone I was in this life.

Then a light broke the night,
Illuminating me fully, exposing my nakedness,
You came and freed me from this cell,
The book was opened, revealing its truth,
Inside my eyes its words spoke,
My spirit slept inside this pale flesh,
The truth pierced my swollen eyes,
You walked to the door,
A door of wood and iron,
A knock, softly shattered the silence,
My tears fell, I have heard the knocking,
Since my childish innocence broke,
My soul, my spirit, my body cry out
My Father has come for me,
A tongue of fire engulfed my form,
Inside it came, erupted into my spirit.
I am searching for you, please show me the way.

My Father, I need you, I opened the door,
Two fathers I have, one of flesh,
One of spirit, I will come,
Light brighter than a thousand suns,
Love greater than all love in life,
I am small, flesh and spirit,
My Father calls, He holds my hand,
I am only a child, lost in the dark,

Lost in this wicked world far from home,
My Daddy has come to take me,
To wipe away my tears, to strengthen,
To destroy the pain and loss,
The child with the blue eyes,
My Father is carrying me, protecting me,
I will not deny the Truth,
I cannot turn from my Father,
He loves me!

Crossing the threshold at rising,
The sun erupts upward from
Its nightly sojourn bring the fire,
Flames of light shining through a
Field of distant stars,
Come, wake me from this slumber,
Pain this sky with the crossing of color,
The star, pulls me through sleep,
Like a miners pick, breaking ice,
With bare hands, I reach upward,
Taking some fire from the tendrils,
putting its flames into my chest,
Passion, life, warmth, love,
You have given me life,
You have given me light,
You have given me love.

Some storms destroy, pillage the land,
Some storms bring life to the thirsty
Dusty plains in so many ways,
Some storms bury who we are
Through their falling ice and snow,
Some storms blow away what
Is not needed anymore among us,
Those storms, pale in my sight,
To what grows and spreads within,
A storm not of rain, cloud, or sand,
Not of wind, fire, or ice,
A storm, raw in its intensity,
My storm engulfs everything sometimes,
Like a three hundred mile rock,
Smashing into this planet, destruction,
In this tempest I hold to my faith,
That is my only hope.

Something has forged an iron cord,
Wrapping it down my central spirit
Inside my body, this weak flesh,
Corrupt as each moment seeps by,
This cord, iron of steel, strength,
It binds my hands, holding me
In its grasp, keeping me from death,
My mouth extended to its fullest,
Echoes my frustration and anger,
My screams, my pleading, my groans,
To be redeemed from this pit of Hell,
The sickness and excrement of this Hades,
I have hold of the rope to safety,
The strength of this iron cord
Holds me to this rope, my hands burn,
The talons of demons dig into my legs,
Pulling me down, fighting I will die.

I hate this world and its lies,
I would destroy all these materialistic things,
I hate all the pain, death, hurting hands,
I would destroy those who make war,
What am I but nothing and void,
My skin is caked with slime, my failure,
It drips from my lips, nose and pores,
Disillusioned am I with this life,
I stand on this spike feeling it slide
Through my skin into my feet, agonized,
This sculpture of defeat,
As I am impaled by the spike of evil,
I see the world clapping, laughing,
All the greed, crime, and lust you love,
Though I live in this stagnant pool of disease
Everyday, apart of this rupturing virus,
I cannot get away, oh how I wish for that trumpet,
Give me peace!
Give me love!
Give me Life!

Who am I, this cracked mirror I see,
My face, the forming lines collect and disconnect,
What am I, this voice from my flesh,
My spirit, the energy pulses and shutters,
I do not want to be what and
Who I have become through years,
Those years of my life that have passed,
How I try, how I work to follow
These footsteps of a lone man of strength,
That man of love, man of humility,
My afflictions I cannot split and shed,
I love, cry, and wish to fly far away,
Lord, comfort me as I must survive
Through these tribulations, I must
Crawl with the weight, Please help me
With your healing hands.

Who are you, you who know only hate,
What do you know of my God?
The diseased water flows from you
Putrid mouth of death, stealing all things,
If you do not realize the pain you cause,
The words you speak are excrement,
Blasphemer of my God who you
Know nothing about, His sacrifice,
You only speak for shock,
A cross of wood, nails of iron,
Ripped open back from the scourge,
Hanging from those spikes, torn,
Struggling for every breath every moment
To release us from the existence of death,
His scalp was pierced by that
Crown of thorns, the bruises of
His face swelled, bleeding cuts.

Excruciating pain, in our place,
The death we would suffer for
The evil in our hearts that keep us
From our creator, all from our God,
His love, my heart can feel for
I can also forgive you for the words
You utter in that dark voice of ignorance,
The light that shines from His
Eyes and heart wash away my anger,
He knows, He hears, He walks close,
And when I cannot walk He carries me,
This spirit of God, dwells within,
Do you know what and which you speak?
Have you read that which you
Hate and despise, when have
You really understood the pages
Of that word which offers
Only hope, love, happiness, and forgiveness?

My love and life in Jesus grow
Everyday when I search for the
Real truth, the precious truth
Of my God, my redeemer that
Gave up everything for me, for us,
The dust on the street lays dormant

Until the breeze comes, blowing
The dirt into a billowing cloud
Stealing the water from my life,
The rain is like the life giving word
Of my God after a drought of
A hundred years, the diamonds of this world
Are not worthy of being the rings
On his fingers, or silk being
His shirt, I am not divine
As so many try to inject with dirty needles,
Only Jesus can save us from ourselves.