Christian's Work: We Aren't Done Poem by Victoria Hudson

What is it that we know?
What is it that we seek?
Is it so low?
Is it so meek?

We know very little
Of the things unknown
Yet all we do is sit still
While we are stoned

The unknown things
Very big indeed
What does the unknown bring?
Good or bad things?

Death is brought to us
By those who don't listen
But the teaching is a must
Or soon we all will be missing

One by one
Everyday
They all won
By Satans' way

The war isn't
The battle was only one
We must go sober
To the place they haven't won

But to get there
We all must fight
The word there is to share
In morning and in night

On to battle my friends
Never forget who is the enemy
And when our time must end
You will no longer be with me

With our father
You shall be
Living longer
Living for eternity

And when my time comes
Meet me at the crystal sea
Where it reflects the sun
And you and me.