The Lion

Joseph Scott on Mar 25, 2011

Why do I run?

I long for you,

To see your face,

To hear your voice.

Guiding me,

Correcting me,

Rebuilding, me.

The pressure from your hand,

Is crushing my will to fight.

The Lion beckons me to stop,

To embrace His courage and might.

Why do I run?

To settle for a fabrication?

A lie.

One, is who we are.

Yet… we are so broken.

Fighting, for what?

What is gained,

If the soul is lost?

Pride has fallen at His feet,

May I as well.

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perezz on Mar 26, 2011
very good poem.
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Brewed Coffee on Mar 26, 2011
I love this part:

“What is gained,
If the soul is lost?
Pride has fallen at His feet,
May I as well.”

Beautiful poem.
UncleSam on Mar 26, 2011
Nice Share
Atanacio on Mar 26, 2011
a very good piece
Likha on Mar 27, 2011
We are nothing without Him yet we look for our wholeness in worldly things. I am humbled by this poem. Thanks Joe. Take care and stay blessed.
Aiswarya T Anish on Mar 28, 2011
Wonderful poem. I loved the last lines, it gives a superb ending. God gives us what we require, if we work for it.

Nice message, and beautiful poem. Keep penning!

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