Yet To Be
Before the walk became my stride
Before CHRIST came to live inside
My soul broken near death just shy
Of toast to life, final goodbye
His voice whispered there's work to do
Just know these things I know of you
Be patient for steps shall be
Like babies take and gradually
Your crawl becomes a walk to run
Into my arms beloved son
Do not faint or listen to
The voice of one who knows not you
Who seeks to drag you into pit
Of nothing good, of nothing lit
That world, this world that fades fast
Is how you'll see the old and past
Where crumbled world falls into fires
That burn eternal with you desired
Hold fast my son the time will come
Where all will see what they've become
For life and chance I gave to them
To change, seek me, before condemned
The soldier who penned this write, this day
Still fights too battles along the way
But just like you who I so love
He knows his place past sky above
There where home is truly is
There past clouds thought once not his
Are all who trusted me back then
When I called home to live again
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