When your in the battle, in the battle,
In the raging battles of life
And there seems no end in sight
No rhyme or reason to the madness
The mad, mad battle that just keeps on.
It just rages.
Inside. Outside. It goes on.
It rages without mercy,
Without compassion, with no hope.
It just continues on
Killing as it goes unending
Devouring you in its wake.
It swallows you whole, and alone you will die,
you’ll be all consumed, but for those
ally or foe who stand
and stand firm in the battles of life.
Those who have learned firmness
To stand erect and stand strong and deep.
They will stand strong, strong in your battle.
They stand on your behalf.
On landslides and avalanches
On torrential thundering waters
They stand and remain unmoved
Solid in their mounted states,
Solid, as poles dug in the ground, set deep
Deep enough that they cannot be upturned
Not in hurricane winds
Not against tidal waves.
They remain and you remain, clinging
Clinging to life in their deep-set strength.
In their iron clad will, unbendable
Unyielding strength, they remain
Erect, firm, unmoved
And you with them,
Though perhaps slightly more
More battered, more bruised, diminished.
Yet, none- the- less alive
Alive in your strife, in your pain
Alive in your raging fears.
But still a survivor of that which
Is unsurvivable, that which
Kills, destroys, leeches, diminishes you.
And one day you too will learn, learn how
You will learn how to dig deep,
Spread deep roots that broaden
Into earth’s center and remain.
You too shall grow erect, tall-
Surmountable in your own unmovable state.
You will learn the art of standing
And standing firm, firm in your battles.
In your own raging waters and avalanches,
You too will one day remain undevoured,
You too shall become like a steel pole
Bolted and bolted deep into crumbling earth.
You too shall remain unmoved, a marker,
A sign, a hope to any who can see
Who stand in the battles of their life
Soft and breakable as you once were.
And you shall be their pole,
Their firm and righteous strength.
You shall become that which
You never were, never thought to be.
So stand now in the battles of life
Clinging to the hopes that come,
And come steadily before you,
Engrained, unmoved, implanted in the earth.
Remain in them, the strong, as you would wish and
Wish deeply for one to remain in you, trust you
Clinging to that which you’ve learned
Holding on to that which you’ve weathered
Cleaving to that which you may become,
Becoming like them: strong unmovable, erect.
All in the name of the One who goes,
Goes before us all and stands,
Stands the firmest of all, erect and proud and strong.
God, in His greatness, His hope, His mercy
He goes before and paves the way
Makes provision for our lacks our wants, yet He stands.
And stands strong.