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One more time against the ropes,
pinned to the post with all my hopes.
The pain inside my body grows
from the pounding of my father's blows.
It would end right now if I didn't resist,
but the fight drags on because I insist.
His stoic glaze said, "I know what's best for you child."
But somehow I thought he'd be more peaceful and mild.
Blood on the post and falling to the ground
made it all too clear he was winning this round.
My knees buckled and my body did bend,
clear indicators that this was the end.
There was hardly a sound as my face hit the floor,
but the words from my lips, "I can't take it no more."
Now something was different but I couldn't tell.
Was heaven so quiet or could this be hell?
The answer was "Neither!" but I couldn't see.
My eyes were touched and they opened slowly.
A very different scene was what I now saw,
no ring, but a hillside, and I laid there in awe.
I looked up at Jesus. He wore not a glove,
and His palms had been pierced because of His love.
The ropes had vanished and I knew they were lost,
the post I'd been pinned to… an old rugged cross.
"Why did you struggle and thrash about so?
Is my timing best or am I too slow?"
"Did you think on your own that you could do more?
Or didn't you care what I had in store?"
His questions pierced me for I knew He spoke true.
In helpless abandon asked, "What do I do?"
"First, give me that list, the one by your side.
It has all your hopes, you've nothing to hide."
I gave Him the list of my hopes and my dreams
and with it went also my plans and my schemes.
"How can you fight a battle, with such a heavy list?"
He laid it down at the cross and then He gave me His.
I looked at His list, it was much like my own,
but in big, bold print I read, "NEVER ALONE!"
How foolish I'd been to think as I'd thought,
to serve Him alone and not as I ought.
It wasn't my service that He held so dear,
He wanted me and He wanted me near.
So He helped me up and He held me tight,
and I squeezed Him back with all of my might.
"Things will be different now!" is the promise I told,
"I'll stay by your side through the days I am old."
But if history serves me and my memory holds true,
many times I've been broken and it's hurt through and through.
The ropes were not strangers and the post an old friend,
for I have seen them before, again and again.
But for now I'll stay close and in fellowship hide,
He'll fight all my battles and I'll stay by his side.
Then when memory fades like the sight of a ship,
and the gray matter fails to remember this slip,
Will I fight once more against the ropes,
Pinned to the post with all of my hopes?
Copy Written.... StArR*