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Return of the Redeemer, (He never left)
there was a lonely lost land, long forgotten, haunted many feared
left behind, so many things
the cries from the past could be heard, the quest for victory
but the lonely cries of pain shuddered even the strong hearted,
the land of desolate spirit it was called,
a battlefield, shrouded with reputation, known for it's gray days
in the midst of the sunshine, but around that place it failed
fell to the ghosts and visions of yesturday
one day a young child ventured away
lonely and lost, figured this place was the way
could be alone, taken away
gray days didn't cause fear, screams of anger and angst heard anyway
lost in the ways of what's deemed accepted
he couldn't understand how and why
looked within himself, asked so called friends
but through it all, seemed there was no reply
no one there to fix the unfixable
broken vessel, lost soul
wandering through the night, so young
but treated to several seasons of brutal coldness
felt he was unfixable, that time had played its spell
for the only thing was pain, that mindset he dwelled
but he knew no better, felt inferiority
knew nothing better than the suffering
the child looked around and saw nothing,
but suddenly felt emotions sway
slint to the ground, he was fallen,
something awful had over taken him, emotions, he couldn't breathe
and he heard the ghosts from the past, he heard the laughter shroud his being
nothing visible, but pangs of the spirit
couldn't touch nor could he see
but the lukewarm pain was overbearing
he drowned within himself, drawn down like a lonely soldier
blood lost, none seen, a battle he couldn't win,
he fought for so long, cried out for reason, reached out of his
selflessness
but time was beginning to win, hope that once filled his eyes grayed dim
and he finally collapsed, never to get back up again
the ghastly laughter grew, the spirits felt the wind
in their sails, they had finally won
but the battle was not over, for God was in the midst
suddenly light shrouded the battlefield
peace had been restored
like the time He stepped onto the water, His spirit and will
gently clashed with the vicious ways of him, all He said was peace be still
out of the light a hand reached out,
the boy could barely believe his eyes
rubbed them once, rubbed them twice
but his sight failed him not, he was visited by the light
a common man failed to see what went down that day
through the battlefield the child was lead away
as the cries of forgone days swept the battlefield
a way out of none had been made
step by step, the light took the boy's hand
and lead him through, took him slowly but surely
with each step the boy felt his strength restored
they grabbed at the boy's feet, but the battle had been won, redeemed,
lost innocence, taken back to glory
and with each step his heart grew light
he stumbled, but He held his hand
tears left the boy's face as trangressions lifted, He wiped them away
he turned and looked at the battlefield, he had become a man
tears fell but so did strongholds
as tears of sorrow turned to pools of forgiveness
things of old, past neglect, being thrown to the cold
warmth now filled his heart, grace filled in the blanks, He was in the midst
For we fight not against flesh and blood my child, carry your cross and walk
were the words he felt sing through his heart
he had been restored, pain taken away,
his spirit lived, for He made the way,
a warrior has been born, a martyr for truth
keys have been taken, nothing the enemy can do
the battle for life is already won
forever grace, love, and victory, for you
there was a lonely lost land, long forgotten, haunted many feared
left behind, so many things
the cries from the past could be heard, the quest for victory
but the lonely cries of pain shuddered even the strong hearted,
the land of desolate spirit it was called,
a battlefield, shrouded with reputation, known for it's gray days
in the midst of the sunshine, but around that place it failed
fell to the ghosts and visions of yesturday
one day a young child ventured away
lonely and lost, figured this place was the way
could be alone, taken away
gray days didn't cause fear, screams of anger and angst heard anyway
lost in the ways of what's deemed accepted
he couldn't understand how and why
looked within himself, asked so called friends
but through it all, seemed there was no reply
no one there to fix the unfixable
broken vessel, lost soul
wandering through the night, so young
but treated to several seasons of brutal coldness
felt he was unfixable, that time had played its spell
for the only thing was pain, that mindset he dwelled
but he knew no better, felt inferiority
knew nothing better than the suffering
the child looked around and saw nothing,
but suddenly felt emotions sway
slint to the ground, he was fallen,
something awful had over taken him, emotions, he couldn't breathe
and he heard the ghosts from the past, he heard the laughter shroud his being
nothing visible, but pangs of the spirit
couldn't touch nor could he see
but the lukewarm pain was overbearing
he drowned within himself, drawn down like a lonely soldier
blood lost, none seen, a battle he couldn't win,
he fought for so long, cried out for reason, reached out of his
selflessness
but time was beginning to win, hope that once filled his eyes grayed dim
and he finally collapsed, never to get back up again
the ghastly laughter grew, the spirits felt the wind
in their sails, they had finally won
but the battle was not over, for God was in the midst
suddenly light shrouded the battlefield
peace had been restored
like the time He stepped onto the water, His spirit and will
gently clashed with the vicious ways of him, all He said was peace be still
out of the light a hand reached out,
the boy could barely believe his eyes
rubbed them once, rubbed them twice
but his sight failed him not, he was visited by the light
a common man failed to see what went down that day
through the battlefield the child was lead away
as the cries of forgone days swept the battlefield
a way out of none had been made
step by step, the light took the boy's hand
and lead him through, took him slowly but surely
with each step the boy felt his strength restored
they grabbed at the boy's feet, but the battle had been won, redeemed,
lost innocence, taken back to glory
and with each step his heart grew light
he stumbled, but He held his hand
tears left the boy's face as trangressions lifted, He wiped them away
he turned and looked at the battlefield, he had become a man
tears fell but so did strongholds
as tears of sorrow turned to pools of forgiveness
things of old, past neglect, being thrown to the cold
warmth now filled his heart, grace filled in the blanks, He was in the midst
For we fight not against flesh and blood my child, carry your cross and walk
were the words he felt sing through his heart
he had been restored, pain taken away,
his spirit lived, for He made the way,
a warrior has been born, a martyr for truth
keys have been taken, nothing the enemy can do
the battle for life is already won
forever grace, love, and victory, for you