The heat of battle melts many souls

Death is almost certain – who will be among the toll?

Warfare wages onward as the enemy rolls

A rubble city smolders like coal

The white flag lures us since it’s easier to fold

Our eyes water from the smoke

Visibility flees as we begin to choke

All we can see is the absence of hope

The enemy mocks and laughs at his jokes

Surely, we’re at the end of our rope

It’s in the midst of the fight of our lives

That the heart of the battle we can no longer deny

Our course is far from “easy as pie”

In fact, it sometimes feels easier to just die

As the battle rages, does anyone hear our cries?

Many settle for quick illusions

Which are never a substitution

For joining the revolution

By embracing our destitution

And accepting the King’s solution

He lays His life down

While wearing His crown

The opposition celebrates looking around

“The battle is won!” they say, “He is in the ground!”

“This self-proclaimed King will never again utter a sound”

The moment they thought they had won

Was the moment they longed would never come

The war was over long before it begun

The plan was fixed and the King’s will done

Even in the midst of their victory song

Our King rose and overcame

Death itself has been slain

“Believe in me,” “Give me your shame”

“Freed are those who trust my name.”

Grace falls like summer rains

His saints follow Him

Which means war on sin

Our road isn’t easy and often we feel pinned

Cry to King Jesus, our overcoming kin

Through faith in the victory for us He did win

What’s temporary doesn’t compare to that which is eternal

Battle horns may sound, but we aren’t without our Colonel

Listen to His instructions, don’t go in circles

Even now, you’re clothed in purple

Already your head is donned with the laurel

Scripture References:

1 John 5:4

1 Corinthians 15:56-57

Romans 8:18

Romans 8:37