Sometimes I’m tired of being brave.
Of going out into a world of hostility and putting on a good face.
I struggle to keep smiling when I have to fight just to stay me.
To keep myself from the habits of those surrounding me.
Staying on the higher ground.
When a word of profanity tickles my tongue and I have to bite it.
When a hostile attitude boils within me and I struggle to remember to Whom I belong.
At every turn, I see only obstacles.
I feel as though I clamber over them,
No one by my side.
Is it too much to ask for a friend who cheers me on rather than telling me to turn back?
We could help each other over the mountains,
Stroll through the valleys in unison.
Don’t tell me my fight is pointless,
Don’t tell me I try too hard.
Tell me to push harder, to strive to be more.
Tell me my quest is worthy,
Take my hand and join me.
Maybe we won’t scale every mountain,
Maybe we won’t always win.
But God is on our side, my friend,
And He has concurred sin.