"Battle Cry"
It's not a war that's fought
at sea,
nor land where caissons roll;
not one where guns and cannons roar,
nor bombs that take their toll,
but in the minds and hearts of some....
and the battleground is their soul!
There's been wars upon wars,
and rumors of wars,
this one, the greatest fought;
a battle within the bosom of man,
and web in which he's caught.
He tugs each day to find a way
to tread a life he sought.
A war of sin by women and men,
the war zone is their soul;
the games they play with reckless joy...
are played without a goal.
it's nothing new, since winds first blew,
a story often told!
And this trend glides like ocean tides
that lap upon it's shore;
and on man speeds with thoughtless deeds...
'til he can go no more;
and it will last, 'til lives have passed...
that strayed therein before.
So, how many times must people sin
without a thought of care?
How many times to shun the Lord
and live in doubt and fear?
It's a tough, rough row, that all must hoe,
but... they must switch the gear!
To gain the will to bow and kneel,
without any fear or shame;
and ask dear God to come and fill
their hearts in Jesus' name;
to stop deceiving and start believing
that Christ died not in vain!
Still, all the while, others will file
along some sinner's trail,
they too will lose with sex and "booze",
and show their lives for sale;
and they'll go on, 'less they atone
from their self-made private hell!
And so, beneath each silent voice,
are yearning battle cries;
and there within each burning breast,
an inner spirit lies;
so therein marks the battleground...
to win, or face demise!
Now, who am I to say what's best,
or anyone to rate?
Because I knew that wayward path
led to a dismal fate!
and now I feel my life is sealed
by God , and trusting faith!
By William E. Hardison
(copyrights recorded)
|