The Traitor

I stood before my Leader;

"I failed You, Sir," I said.

And, standing there rejected,

I, guilty, hung my head.

I'd promised e'er to serve Him;

I'd signed my oath, 'tis true.

Yet still I'd wrecked my promise;

I'd failed Him through-and-through.

"Captain, I've a contract,

And I've broken it for sure.

I'm a traitor to Thine army;

O, God, I am not pure.

"I've sinned and I've rejected

All that You hold as good.

Master, You should forsake me;

With the rival I have stood."

He reached down then to touch me;

He took me by the hand.

"O, child, you are loved;

Your forgiveness I have planned.

"Do not think you're a lost one;

I've wandered far and wide

To find you -- yes, My child --

I've never left your side.

"It's true I am your Captain,

But your Servant shall I be.

O, Child, do you know My blood

Was shed for likes of thee?"

I marveled at His presence;

The truth I found just there!

And, rising up from off my knees,

I ended this, my prayer.

Then, turning right back to Him,

I prayed, like as before,

But adding in this message:

"O, God, I'll fight your war."

11.11.16

Thank you to all Veterans, past and present, for preserving the freedom of your people and their children.  Your sacrifice is not forgotten.

Remember, Remember

Remember the dinner of wine and bread,

The way His face must have filled with dread.

Remember the one who snuck away;

Remember, remember that awful day.

Remember the garden where He wept;

See the place where His followers slept?

Remember the place where the soldiers stood;

Remember, remember Him, kind and good.

Remember the hall where they claimed His fate?

Can you hear the crowd calling, calling with hate?

Remember the look on Pilate's face;

Remember, remember -- He's in your place.

Remember the cross that He carried this way;

Remember the heat of that terrible day.

Remember the climb up to Calvary's hill;

Remember, remember, the sweet birds' trill.

Remember the storm that followed His death?

O, the weight of each labored breath!

Remember the light that had gone from the land;

Remember, remember -- this all had been planned.

Remember the light of that Easter dawn?

Remember how they found Him gone?

Remember the look on the Gardener's face!

Remember the wounds which He bore with grace.

Remember, remember His eyes filled with care...

Remember the mark He must have left there.

Remember the ones who thought of Him each day;

Remember the ones He has saved from their ways.

November 8th, 2016