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As the battle for my heart rages
I re-embark but get off to a frozen start It’s plagued me as consistently as a broken heart
So bizarre, stomach twisted from a broken shard
Still, not one tear appeared, it was close but no cigar
I turn over to a blank page
No longer phased by a blind rage
Highly engaged in the word to uncover what the truth brings
Revelation inspires to organize my thoughts in the blue ink
I steady my mind in the vision of the blueprint
Concentrate deeply to retrace the impressions of my shoe prints
No need to rub it in, I know the rubber on my soul’s worn thin, yet I’m still standing
I thought I was capsized and abandoned
But by the grace of God I was simply baptized in anguish
You didn't ask, but yet I’m tasked to share the blessings I’ve sowed
My Spirit, my essence, my soul
Maybe it’s the Irish in me that inclines me to suffer alone
But the origin is insignificant, truth is it’s an individual pace
Feelings of minimal grace I navigate between yin and yang, the duality of man
The ability to create new realities in hand, building up from the ashes
That’s what my past is evidently, the evidence agrees
A series of hurt and rebirth that I so avidly
Pursued, especially in the aftermath of tragedy
What ensues is reflection on when the smiles stopped, hesitantly
A divorce from an alternative course, skip the pleasantries
And straight to throwing salt in the wounds
As if you dropped an H Bomb and then assaulted the ruins
As the battle for my heart rages, I find hope in the blessings
As I seek to widen the scope of the lessons
Rebirth is the message
When the agony leads to perfection, the dichotomy of the resurrection
Which changed the direction of mankind and empowered the bold
In a battle for the soul
A battle to control our perceptions
Uncover what you already know and blow your theories apart
Ask the origin of assumptions that would be a serious start
Consider he who endured such opposition from sinners
So that you would not grow weary and lose heart
Ignite the true spark subdue the dark till powerless
Let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us
Fixing our eyes on the light, life catapulted to new heights
But remember who lifted us
Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses
Let us throw off everything that hinders us
And the sin that so easily entangles
Mangled by the unmanageable
Worn thin, I say “no deal” to a snared grin
Still wrestling for a win
Despite the losses that sting like cold steel on bare skin
When life grinds you into a pulp
He says I’ll come find you in amongst
The Rubble
No fear I meek the struggle while I seek the faith that reaps the wonder
Embody the meek in the sense of what I speak is humble
Clench my teeth with hunger
That is, the desire to walk with God up the creek with numbers
By the wisdom of the book that speaks like thunder
Absorb the chaos and speak order in the chorus
Our foundation is porous, we cannot ignore the source
At our own peril of course
Distill with discourse, destroy the ego with force
Entrenched in the vision because when I pray he listens
I put my pain on this rhythm, lay my shame on his wisdom
Until the day he lifts me away to the kingdom
Thenceforth we preach to reach the nocturnal
What we seek is not external
But to face the internal not so obsessed with less turmoil
Because he brought a sword to bless your burdens,
the tests and hurdles through the verbal, waist girded with Truth
As you shall know them by their Fruits
They walk in the Gospel of peace shod like steel on their boots
So pick up your shield of Faith in protecting our roots
Eyes focused fiercely through your helmet no longer salvation bereft
Everywhere is the temple, we are not reserving Sunday for our best
Every day is game day, march with righteousness like armor strapped to our chest
Even when we’ve fallen upon our deepest pain
Carried with the rains over trees of flames
Shouldering the coldest loss, that which seems to be in vain
Still we proclaim our victory is in Jesus’ name
For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame
And sat down at the right hand of the throne of God
So if the Glory is pain we are left with a story that explains a home in which we belong.
J.P. Walsh
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