I love soldiers – and I figure every Christian is a soldier on the battle field. This is a poem about relentless pursuit of the goal. Enjoy!
I can hear the call of duty: the call to live-circumspect
I submit my utmost [and not-so utmost] for His highest
When duty calls, lassitude stings
And mediocrity tastes less palatable
It is time to gather the armaments,
And mend the broken pitchers
For it is time to go to the from the streams
To bring in draughts of knowledge
Drink deep, for a little learning is dangerous
Company with the wise – learn of the ancients,
of the Glory of diligence and consistency
Connect to the vine, and be nourished
That you may bear fruit that will abide
It is time to dust the brazen instruments
The trump of war-sounds blows true
The thump of the foot-soldiers approaches
And the stampede of the war-stallions
Heralds the great conquest
The commander calls for a forward march
Straighten feeble hands and confirm wriggly knees
Draw your weapons and fight!
Remembering that it is a fight of victory
It is a must-win!
How can a Christian remain true to the call of duty?