Faint Battlegrounds (From My Journal)

 

"Faint Battle Grounds"

When given an angle to perceive 

any kind of thought, I will 

take what I can and run with it.

Though a bough of loneliness 

can happen at any given moment 

I will still strive to do my best 

without losing any perceptions.

There is a given seal of honor 

but I don't stand worthy to 

validate my heart with thoughts.

I could knock down my walls 

and push the rubble aside and 

walk away from it, but what 

do I understand? 

I understand the pain with the 

emptiness, the knowing of a 

grand will, to be included 

in a mass destruction of 

enemy lines. 

I stand in a line of confusion 

and tip toe on solid ground 

so I can be one to stand 

within the lines of giving 

my life, all for one King. 

To this King I will give my 

life over to Him and walk 

on his forever ground.

My grand appearance 

will be with him and 

finally out of this world. 

I am so tired of standing 

with the enemy on 

faint battle grounds.