"My Battle Cry"
"My Battle Cry"
by Isabella Cole
Sometimes I look at the world, and I wish I could get away.
Wars are waged in the street, even inside the people I love.
Children starving, people silenced, tortured for Christ.
So many ignore it, some say it’s fine, but I refuse to make myself blind.
This is my song, this is my battle cry: I refuse to leave hope behind.
Sometimes I look at my country, and see how far we’ve come.
But I also see something else: How much further we have to go.
We shout the names of some causes, while others suffer alone.
So many see it, others refuse. But I won’t stand by.
This is my song, this is my battle cry: I refuse to leave hope behind.
Sometimes I look at my town, and I hurt inside.
People divided, suffering, not even a mile from me.
I see their faces every day. Some smile in passing, but I can do more.
So many forget, some say it’s not there, but I refuse to let the darkness win.
This is my song, this is my battle cry: I refuse to leave hope behind.
Sometimes I look at my friends, and I feel their pain.
They’re carrying heavy burdens, feeling alone and numb.
They say that they’re fine, but they’re coming undone.
I try to help, but don’t know where to begin.
So many dismiss it, some say it’s not true, but I refuse to let it be.
This is my song, this is my battle cry: I refuse to leave hope behind.
Sometimes I look at myself, and quickly I turn away.
Battles are fought in my mind, every night, every day.
I try to stay strong-- for my world, for my friends-- but I can’t do it alone.
So many embrace it, while others give in, but I refuse to be overcome.
This is my song, this is my battle cry: I refuse to leave hope behind.
Sometimes I look at the world, and I wish I could get away.
But then, I see my Savior, and the hope and salvation He brings!
Our world is broken, split in two. But it’s not forever, it’s only a minute.
A new Heaven and earth are coming, restoration is promised!
So many don’t see it, while others believe, so I look to the cross.
This is my song, this is my battle cry: I refuse to leave hope behind.
Bella, this is so good! I like how you described the painful existence of this broken world as "only a minute" in comparison to Eternity. It reminds me of a passage I read in the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle where this life is likened to the flight of a bird -- a bird that flits in one window and out another.
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Bella this beautifully written! Keep up the good work!
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