Love Poem: The Battlefield

The Battlefield

THE BATTLEFIELD

The battlefield we’re on today is different than before--
We used to fight for sin and right, but not so any more.
Divisions over many things have drawn us from front lines,
Instead of seeking for lost souls, some seek for gifts and signs.
The crowds will throng around a man who speaks sweet, flowing words,
But when he steps on someone’s toes, his message is not heard.
They’ll sigh in awe and swoon and fall from his exciting touch,
But when it comes to dying souls, they don’t seem to care much.
They like the thought of freedom in the life they choose to live,
So when someone a standard sets, they just refuse to give.
“You have no right to judge,” they say, about the way they dress,
The music that they listen to, or anything else, I guess.
It should not matter, so they say, which Bible that is used,
And so the message from the Lord is tainted and abused.
Yes, Satan wisely realized there was no room for doubt:
A win upon this battlefield would not come from without.
And so he crept in unaware, dividing, taking spoil,
Without too many fighting him upon his friendly spoil.
And now the church of God, once strong, divided we all fight
Each other over many things instead of doing right.
We need a unity again, but not in compromise,
We must go back to our first love, be holy, and be wise.
We won’t win on the battlefield all fighting our own way;
We must deny ourselves and pride, return to God today.