Trained to seek and destroy darkness.
A soldier of Christ's kingdom,
Ready to be martyred for others' freedom.
Brought forth a sword to the neck,Targeted point-blank, a gun at the back.
Drifted on the sea over sun and moon,
Pain and sleepless nights after departing the silver spoon.
Besides bringing a Bible and a knife, nothing,Maybe just some survivor skills from scouting.
Then, ventured into the woods ready to be speared,
Climbing up to the mountain where Christ appeared.
Striking a flag stating His name on the top,
Even if arrows of unbelievers where to be shot.
Persecuted by faith, challenged by belief,At times i wonder: "where's the beef?",
Still, i gripped on so tight,
Knowing that it's is right.
Just like holding on to the things I find so dear,
Even if the package comes with pain and fear.
Man of my own.
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