We get comfortable and loose our edge
The blows come but none the worse for wear
We go on without a care as the blows are but light
Suddenly those blows drive the wind from us
Everything blurs, where do we stand, will we fall?
Do we have any fight left after comfort stole it away?
When the real fights come to us do we stand, can we withstand?
For all the talk about progress the world remains cruel
We can no more ensure a guarantee than hold a ghost
Guarantees and promises are not the same
Promise is a commitment, guarantee a prediction
One can die while still fulfilling a promise, guarantees go in the trash
When the fight comes our way, do we fight back?
Do we have the grit and the wisdom to see clearly and act?
When life’s fights come our way the choice remains, to fold, or to fight
If we fold then no hope remains; if we fight, hope remains
The weak and hopeless flee or fold, the brave and hopeful fight on
But without love, defeat stares us down, and hope flees our presence
Comfort assures us of others’ affections but love proves itself in silence
Be wary when comfort steps forward, it lays the deadliest trap of all
It makes guarantees of security, prosperity, pleasure and happiness
When the veil ripped the day Christ died, so did this veil of falsehoods
God did not give hope to man through His son that it may be lost
He gave His son that hope would spring eternal
He gave us victory, and the strength and courage to fight
At the end, love conquers all
