A thousand souls crying out to God

and begging to be with him

wondering why they don't get the chance

to die and enter heaven.

They question God's love for them

and worry He doesn't hear them

unaware that even though we suffer

while we're living, through that we build the kingdom.

And yet another thousand seeking

escape from all this suffering

through too afraid to die because

faith's not a priority

and so they search and fill themselves

destroying mind and body

unaware that though they live,

the wrath they face is Holy.

A thousand souls so tired

but through that strength to fight

a love radiates off of them

and shines out in the night

reflecting perfection in millions of ways

overcoming depravity and primal hate

displaying a grace that can only be given

not found in the bowels of wretchedness.

One soul, and his name is Lost

wanders in between these things

desserting past pleasures and feeling his pain

but yearning for some release from his shame

in so doing he makes himself willfully blind

to the effect that escaping will have on his life

escaping the pain brings pain in itself

and depletes the soul of its willingness

so rather to suffer in slavery for righteousness

than suffer in bondage to die.