The Battle
This is another of rediscovered writings from 1999. I actually read this over the air during one of WJTL’s Youth Group Nights. “Radio Friend” Phil Smith let me read it on-air without looking over it first… and he seemed a bit unnerved when I was through.
A chilling darkness fills the sky,
a cold and sinister screen.
Grotesque, demonic shapes fly ’round
with eyes of glowing green.
You feel them breathing down your neck,
but frozen there, you lie.
While blazing, white hot lightning
all around you fills the sky.
Slowly you perceive their forms
with bloodlust in their eyes,
And at that very moment you
know they have found their prize.
They laugh at, mock and taunt you.
They take pleasure from your pain.
And even though you try to flee,
your struggle is in vain.
But then you find your Holy weapon,
just before they pounce;
A sword of shining silver with
which they will be renounced.
You strike ten, nay, a hundred beasts,
with thousands left to slay.
The nearest standing makes it clear
he’ll not be chased away.
“I’ve known you your entire life,
I’ve made you what you are.
Although, I am surprised that you
have gotten quite this far.”
The words that pass ‘tween slimy lips,
they fill your heart with dread:
“The game is over now my child,
in other words, you’re dead.”
The battle rages quite some time,
good swordsmanship you show.
But then he brings you to your knees
with a near-fatal blow.
“I said that you would never win,
and very soon, you’ll die.
For you have passed up every chance
to join the Prince of Lies.”
With every bit of energy
still flowing in your blood,
You raise the sword above your head
and stick it in the mud.
You close your eyes and bow your head,
you pray to God on high,
To send His mighty warriors,
swords lighting up the nigh.
The clouds recede into the sky,
a beam of light streaks down.
Ten thousand Holy warriors step
onto the battleground.
You suddenly wake up with a start
and scan your dim-lit room.
You sense an evil presence,
makes the dark feel like a tomb.
You’re out of bed and on your knees,
you pray with all your might,
That from this day until the last
you’ll carry on the fight.
And as you climb back into bed
this thought you start to feel:
“Was this all just in my head,
or was that battle real?”



I wanted to give you a sneak peek at something we’re really excited about! Over the coming months we (primarily Nicole) are going to be hard at work on this great new project, codenamed “Number Three.”

