by Tory Arnesen
Help us believe.
Help us know.
Why You grieve
on earth below.
How You suffered.
How You died.
Yet few come
while most have denied.
On the road to destruction,
and the gate is wide.
Did Your Son
add to many a path?
If no battle to be won
then why suffer wrath?
I know it’s easy
being one with the crowd.
Disagreements make me queasy.
To society I have bowed.
But if He suffered for a reason;
not a pointless painful act.
So that in due season
all will know the one true fact.
Every knee suddenly bowed
with no other voice to hear.
Please step away from the crowd.
Realize the time is near.
Copyright © 2014 by Tory Arnesen. All rights reserved.
How You died.
Yet few come
while most have denied.
On the road to destruction,
and the gate is wide.
Did Your Son
add to many a path?
If no battle to be won
then why suffer wrath?
I know it’s easy
being one with the crowd.
Disagreements make me queasy.
To society I have bowed.
But if He suffered for a reason;
not a pointless painful act.
So that in due season
all will know the one true fact.
Every knee suddenly bowed
with no other voice to hear.
Please step away from the crowd.
Realize the time is near.
Copyright © 2014 by Tory Arnesen. All rights reserved.
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