Life is a Fight

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