Grip

‘Hold on your way, great warrior,’
She intently says to me.
‘You must not let these tethers
Bind you until you are not free.
You must pick yourself back up and shake
These chains until they fall.
Great glory waits still for you.
Rise up and be tall!
This is not your war you’re fighting,
But it is the war you’re in.
You are called to fight for the right,
And against each deadly sin.
It is not only your own soul
Which in the balance hangs.
Others count on you;
You must help them heal their pains.
I know you’re weary of the fight
But you simply cannot quit.
You must build up your light again
Until it’s fully lit.
We are always with you
To keep you on the path.
You still can earn your mansion
And gain all the Father hath.’