There is a war on what we believe
A fray on the faith we uphold
A poet was wrote:
'One last time into the fray
Into the last good battle i will ever know
Live and die on this day...
Live and die on this day...'
Everyday we fight
On the right hand, faith
On the left hand, a sword
In living we fight to hold the fort
In dying still holding the fort
We fight not for glory or fame
We fight to enter that 'rest'
To all our comrades who fight still
To all our comrades who will yet fight
Grace has been poured to hold still
Grace has been poured to uphold the faith
Until that glorious day
live and die on this day...
live and die on this day...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing story of fighting for one's faith, not fighting for glory or fame. A war on the faith you vow to uphold at all costs. Truly wonderful that faith is everything in this life. Give it a 10! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
Thanks...you are far too kind