A WARRIOR WITHOUT A SOUL 

 

 


One desires rest,

While the other cannot find love;

Struggling within himself,

Is peace a fleeting dove?

 

Purposed for a plan,

He goes his own way;

Seeking out his path,

To find the final day.

 

Turmoil he battles,

As brothers in the field;

No victory,

But in the sword he wields.

 

Caution besets him,

In his dying breath;

No life of meaning,

Except upon his death.

 

Do we bare this fate,

A warrior without a soul?

Or is love hanging,

Prepared before us like a pitcher and a bowl?

 

Christ was the answer,

Rejected without cause;

But He still offers us His hand,

In upward applause.

                                                                        Selah   

A Warrior Without A Soul by Ronhales                                                                                                                                    Romans 7:13

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