I was made to fight
I was bred for war.
Help wrong lose to right
Help... like those before.
Not raised to blend in
But taught to stand out.
Stop teachers of sin
That plant seeds of doubt.
Show the strength of light.
Prove that struggle's here
And the end's in sight
That the time is near.
Don't want to be free;
My choices too grim.
He follow me?--no
I should follow him
Put here to face pain.
Because with abuse
I appeal to change
To give this world use.
I call for wisdom
To help me get out.
Rain down from the Son
And help this seed sprout.
If he asks for me
I'm willing to fall.
But I ask of thee
To answer the call.
(Another Christian Poem)
