Wednesday, September 24, 2025

On Guard


I’m tired of standing on this battlefield
Shields up, scars showing, wounds unhealed
Every whisper feels like a blade in my spine
Every shadow a threat, every step a line

I’m weary of proving what’s already true
That my hands stayed clean, my heart stayed blue
That the lies they told were just smoke and ash
Yet I’m left holding the weight, the clash

I’ve walked through fire with no applause
I’ve lived by honor while facing their claws
But even the strongest can crumble and shake
When the storms don’t stop, when the soul starts to break

Yet above my pain, a whisper still calls
Through the darkness, through these walls
God’s hand reaching, steady and wide
Offering a path, a place to hide

If I choose to step from this endless fight
If I dare to trust His way, His light
I won’t need to guard, won’t need to defend
He’s built a road where the war can end

So I stand at the edge, trembling, torn
Exhausted but knowing I’m not alone anymore
His promise still waits, strong and clear
Freedom is near… if I walk without fear

No comments:

Post a Comment

Tired of me

I’m tired of living like a sentry at war Always scanning the room, always locking the door My mind’s a minefield I tiptoe across...