Fight

A vicious writhing This can't go on
Bloody sinews and cracked bones
Broken teeth and stifled groans
Amid the sweat of frustration and fear
What if years from now I'm found here
Dead
Defeated by the foe whose friendship I sought
If we were bedfellows I'd never be caught
But I am caught In a suplex
Through the folly of a weakened reflex
I am positioned to be spineless
Because I was too spineless to resist

In a death grip This can't go on
Lungs paralyzed by lack of air and will
My breath is fully bated
Tongue still and prostrated
Jaw clenched like a fist
But reel it back and feel nothing
No bark and no bite
I am the stealthy and self silenced bearer
Of the precious truth
Tell it and shame the devil they say
But if I'm unheard- If they don't hear and receive the word
Then that devil is me
And that shame feels like defeat

An ancient agony This can't go on
The strain of separation begets the pain of preparation upon an altar of sacrifice
And wouldn't it be nice if your soul and my soul came without the cost or the fight
But here we are and there Christ is
Separated eternally
Unless He drink this cup
He prayed for a chance to give it up
Though He knew He never could
Adam is heavy but he's blood
And he needs blood
It heals better than any medicine
And coagulates to bind contrite hearts and repentant minds to the broken body of their maker
And while I sit and failingly fight shame and fight self
He beat them both to bring me back
Defeated death and killed the fatted calf
And so the prodigal returns home