Behold! Grace Is Calling, Will You Answer? Poem by Sunday Champion

Behold many has fallen from this race
Beaten to the ground.
Feet crumbled
Voice silenced
Eyes blinded
On this alter men called sin
has many been slain
destiny entombed 
Behold the enemy ever shooting her arrows
Behold the dark-mighty ever whispering in to your heart
Telling you,
 ' you can't rise again'
'there is no hope to rise'
'you've fallen amidst the crowd
Behold! You've missed the crown'

No! Dear, my beloved
he is a liar
Look up to Jesus....
The author and the finisher of your faith
He is not finished with your faith yet
Behold His embrace...
Calling for the lost sheep....
'Come home son
Come my beloved daughter
I am not through with you yet, He cries...'
He loves you now than ever
Behold grace is calling.....
'come home children'
For you were lost but now you are found'
Blessed is he that hearken to this words
For he shall rise again
For his hair shall grow again
his feet shall work strong like never before
his eyes shall behold His glory
his voice shall be heard again
his voice shall be louder than heard

Behold the fallen!  
This is a call to rise again
Rise up to your feet
For you can soar again
In this race many has fallen
Perhaps you too;
This is the good news...
Rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise, rise
Again and again nag again
Until He has teach you to soar on His wings
If only you can look up to Him
Then, there is a hope to rise
Its not they that fall that win the glory
Neither is it they that never fall that wins the crown 
But they that rise after each fall...
Yes! You can rise again
If he could,
Then you can.....