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All Quiet on the Highest Front

Imagine this:

 

Sitting ignorant in your infancy,

In the place you call your home

Your father sits and comforts you

Saying "I shall never leave you alone".

Then all of a sudden a sounds erupts,

Knocking at your door.

 

A violent thrashing, consuming the joy that had once warmed your spirit,

Your fear kicks in, so you cover your eyes as you cannot bear to hear it.

 

Your father gone, nowhere to be seen,

You think he's abandoned you

You begin to scream.

Your screams echo the house,

Emotion not withheld,

But while your screams and cries occur,

The sound of silence begins to stir

The sound of what once threatened your soul,

Has turned out to be no more.

 

Your father gone so you begin to resent him,

And you fail to realise the sacrifice given,

For without his grace, now where would you be?

Buried deep in the ground?

Deep in the sea?

One day we all shall not fail to see

How much was given for you and for me.

 

The war is not over, but victory's won,

By the love of the Father

The love of the Son.

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Jan 14, 2013
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