Running far in this hard fight, but having fun while doing the same.
Working hard in armour of light, Getting her done in Christ's name.
Betwixt the hours of rise to sunset.
As the flowers die at my morning breath,
To when my heart races at the sight.
Of the glorious dawn of Sabbath's twighlight.
I will work hard awhile. No game. 6 days a week.
In Christ's name, with a smile, upon my cheeks.
The moment those rays poke through the clouds.
The birds hide, and the crickets chirp aloud.
The day of the day when I can see. It falls beneath sea, out of that cloud.
As if it were calling to me, crying aloud.
Today is the Sabbath, you've been set free, are you happy?
Are you full of glee, from greased elbow to tired knees?
Are you hungry for rest's empathy?
From whence your spirit has grown weary?
I reply with a terse remark. From the heart's fair weather.
As being in a field of heather, seeing from the very start.
Knowing that by and by soon it shall be dark.
Indeed, my eternal friend, above the sky, the truth is:
Between there and here and you and I, all is His.
And I'm of good cheer for the God that I fear:
Is inside me burning like you, the fire that lights the day, But is still there at night, it delights me to say.
And just as you jump from over here to over there:
As true as you are a star, you are the sun.
From the ashes I will rise out of sorrow and despair
As Christ's birthright, as a child of light.
A son through adoption, spared from the night.
That is why I smile at the sight of you setting.
For the Sabbath, is only a shadow of things to come.
Lest you should be forgetting, Then said that setting sun:
My time is almost at its end. I leave you to the night.
My reply is terse, No my friend, I have my Morning Light,
Though today you die, on earth, you fishers of men.
But tomorrow I will see you again. So today I'll fight.
Isaac D.
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