In the
field of battle,
that is
the Christian life.
Many lie
wounded,
just clinging to life.
As the
smoke rises,
from the
field of war.
Some lie
dead,
while many
lie tore.
Some
wounds were inflicted,
by evil
ambushes from behind.
While
others fought carelessly,
trusting
only their mind.
Warriors
lie wounded to the point,
that their
mission is now incomplete.
Reduced to
a causality,
though
their hearts still beat.
Their
faith wounded,
Now they lie as lifeless as death.
Willing to
lie on the field,
until
final rest.
Wound's of
ones spirit,
heals not,
like the skin.
For these
wounded warriors,
are
wounded from within.
Every story is different,
But the end is the same.
Only they can choose to arise,
And cast away the blame and shame.
Encourage the wounded,
As you cross their lane.
It may be your words that restores them,
From walking as the lame.