Though Life May Hang on a Thread

Though life may hang on a thread
and between enemy laughter your voice seemingly cease,
when the sun seems never to set
and adversities may multiply as the sands of the sea,

Though forced to the dark lion's den
and heathen minds diligently my soul seeking to mar,
when forever my breath ebbs
and for my innocent blood they go out on the prowl,

Though in battle and afraid
and hope giving its last breaths through fire at the stake,
when my will bears no more strength
and the closer I seem forever to death be enslaved,

I will see your face in my memory etched
and remember your words of indelible grace,
I will look to the heavens and look forward to face
the most beautiful sight as one group coalesced.

Written on: Nov. 11th, 2010(11-16-10) @ 2:00am