As I press onwards towards the battlefield, I see

The Enemy’s forces in attack formation headed towards me.

I feel weary; my legs trembling, my mind tired,

The result of many long, hard battles that went down to the wire.

I long for the end of this fierce war,

A time to rest in a place better than any I’ve seen before.

But, alas, the time has not come,

I must fight on until the war is won.

 

The army ahead is menacing and terrifying.

As the fear overcomes me, I don’t feel like fighting.

The war has been won, but there’s nothing worse,

Than an army that is desperate and cursed.

They don’t care any longer about winning,

They just want to kill and keep humanity sinning.

I see the massive army; I want to flee,

Because it seems that right now, they’re focused on me.

 

I look at the Enemy’s army, and to my surprise,

I see many familiar faces, my former friends in disguise.

On the flank, commanding the bowmen,

Guilt, a master of devastating the hearts of men,

With the deadly arrows of Regret,

On my heart, his archers’ marks are set.

One of my former closest friends,

Lust, with his swift cavalry descends,

He is renowned for his capture of many men,

Convincing them to pursue his path of pleasure and sin.

Jealousy, Hatred, Confusion, Sloth, and Dismay

All take up their ranks in the massive army’s array.

 

On top of a hill, the commander sits atop a terrible black horse,

He’s the Enemy’s Commander-in-Chief, the head of his force.

He’s the oldest and most experienced soldier,

Even the Earth itself is younger.

Pride, the Enemy’s chief,

The cause of all of humanity’s grief.

And at his side stands his brother and friend,

Selfishness, Pride’s closest of kin.

 

As I look into the eyes of each commander, unfortunately,

There is an almost overwhelming familiarity.

Each one had been my friend,

They promised they would love me until the very end.

Then, out of nowhere, I remember it clearly,

The King opened my eyes and I could see,

They wished to take me and rip me apart,

They wanted to stop the beating of my heart.

 

As I remember the King, the weariness subsides,

A rekindled fire burns within my eyes.

He did not just bring sight to the blind,

I was dead, but now I’m alive.

My armor feels light, though it is impenetrable,

The Master forged it Himself as a symbol,

Of what He wants each of us to be,

He wants us to be like Him, He wants us to be free.

I reach and unsheathe my sword,

A great gift to humanity from the LORD.

All of it is powerful, and at it’s very tip,

Are the sharp words of Romans 3:21-26.

 

With this instant renewal, I realize,

My Commander is in control, even over the other side.

Filled with power not my own, I begin to run

Straight towards the enemy position, my fears are none.

As I draw closer, I let out a loud cry,

“For the One True King, I live and die!”