Beating Upon Death's Door..

As he realises the velocity of his circumstances,

He finally sees that to feel pain is to know that he still breathes another breath upon this earth,

As he grasp’s the effigy of his past,

This pain is nothing but a blessing to know that he still lives by grace,

His taken it all, from the deepest to the thickest,

The sharpest to the bluntest …

As he comes beating upon death’s door he sees the images from a shattered glass,

And knows that this is nothing to what HE endured upon Golgotha,

For this struggle is not the end but just the beginning..

As he falls down the pain to heavy to bear,

Looking towards the gates of goodbye the pain takes him back to life,

And he sees the promise he has made and the serpent who waits to devour,

With strength from suffering he fights on…

The pain a reminder that he is alive to fight another day,

The scars he wears a diary of his battles,

Till his final breath he will fight with the pain ,scars and blood..

All glory to the ONE who gives him grace,

They can take his life, but not his faith,

For through his suffering HIS strength is revealed..