The end I am meant for...........
To so many people, I am so much. I am the big brother....the guardian....the protector....the shoulder they come to cry on.....the voice they come to for advice........the arm the come to lean on and to take comfort from.......the safety net to catch them when they fall and hand to pick them back up..................
And when I need the same thing, I can't find it. I look heavenward and the one Man who is supposed to always be there I see eyes turned away in shame and lips turned into a frown of disapproval. What have I done to garner such disfavor from my Father. Who stands between me and the arrows of my enemies. The ground rushes at me and I see no one below to catch me, and on the horizon I see no one to offer me a hand to aid my stand. The warrior's ethos is too strictly ingrained for me to end it all my own, only my enemy can do it. I'm going back, there awaits the end I want, the end to it all in the way I am meant to end it. Protecting those I love, a folded flag for my mom and a white cross above me as I rest beside my brothers and sisters that have gone before me, the sleep of those that know they have completed their misson and finally hear those words we all desire to hear at the end of our tour. "Job well done, welcome home."
And when I need the same thing, I can't find it. I look heavenward and the one Man who is supposed to always be there I see eyes turned away in shame and lips turned into a frown of disapproval. What have I done to garner such disfavor from my Father. Who stands between me and the arrows of my enemies. The ground rushes at me and I see no one below to catch me, and on the horizon I see no one to offer me a hand to aid my stand. The warrior's ethos is too strictly ingrained for me to end it all my own, only my enemy can do it. I'm going back, there awaits the end I want, the end to it all in the way I am meant to end it. Protecting those I love, a folded flag for my mom and a white cross above me as I rest beside my brothers and sisters that have gone before me, the sleep of those that know they have completed their misson and finally hear those words we all desire to hear at the end of our tour. "Job well done, welcome home."