Bleeding Out
I have been struck. A blade of the past has curved to me and I did not dodge it. Sliced open are two deep cut on my chest, some I have not seen for a while. They are not upon my fleash but upon my soul. Oh dear Captain, how could this be? I swore an oath to you and yet I have sunk in up to my knee’s. I don’t feel your embrace as of now, and I do not embrace myself. You forgive me, but I am so ashamed I do not forgive myself. How could I let this happen, I thought that I was stronger.
Oh dear comrades, wear have you gone? I am alone to fight; and now as I bleed, perhaps to die. You helped me up once before, but now I stand alone. Only the memories of you stay by my side. When I choose to embark on this campaign I did not know the struggle would be so. It has overpowered me, and I stood by and watched. I pray for strength, for I used so much of what I had to pull the dagger from my side. Though it may not appear it, I am no more than a bug. This is what I see in the mirror, a speck of life lost in the vast space of the world.
Pray for me, every and all of you. This is my plea. My mission now is lonely and I have begun to grow weary. There is so much left that I must do, and I am already loosing more than my steam. I am learning a troubling lesson. A lone soldier is not enough to stop Satin. I rummage through the land, looking for more of our kind. It seems that I have found myself in a place where none acknowledge the Lord. Even I am fearful with so many enemies lurking. Picking myself up I see how hard it is. I finally am realizing how much you all have carried me.
My blade is blunt, and my shield is splintered. My armor grows heavier, with so little left in me I must pull even more. Only our Commander still stands, and I am having trouble seeing him. My blood has covered my eyes, and it limits my sight. Swinging wildly I feel myself drifting from the path. I am staggering to my feet, but I feel so lost. All of you, my dearest comrades, were recently rekindled. Your flame burns so brightly that I see it in the night sky. I see the path, but I need more strength so that I may stay on it. Use your fire to help ignite mine. I want to survive this dark trial, and it is a long road ahead. Please pray for me dear comrades. I am becoming lost in this strange land…
wrap up a tourniquet on that wound – hear me my brother, ” ’tis but a flesh wound!”
We pray for you each day. You are where you felt called by Him, and He will make a way. All things are possible for one who believes. While we are not with you in presence, we are in spirit.
-SBG (stubborn bald guy)
Hey man… if you ever need to talk, give me a call. I think you have my number… if not… hit me up on face book and I’ll send it to you. I’ll be praying for you…
Max H