SIGNS
CHISEL THE FORTRESS
Are you a "fortress"?
You are meant to be
Just what is a fortress and how is it formed?
A fortress stands to protect the people
It stands to welcome those who cannot yet,
protect themselves
Who do you protect?
Do you do it well?
Are the people in your fortress, safe?
Are they still fearful?
How do you become a fortress
to protect your own and the children
so that no harm can come to them?
This is what you are to be taught
but as the days go by
you're chiseled at
and the losses seem great, at times
and yet, the strongest of fortresses
must be hewn this way
to provide the most protection
Stand as a good soldier
a brave soldier
and submit to the chiseling
that only One can perform perfectly
and know the BIG PICTURE
know the purpose for the future
Each day, you are being groomed and perfected
to protect, as none other has
Do you have regrets?
Are there people that you wished
you could have protected,
but didn't have the power?
Now, you will
Ask God
to make you the perfect Fortress
of these times
to protect the children
and those you love
Feel the chiseling?
He's working . . . get used to it
Now, you know the Purpose
The rest will be easy ~
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The clay remains still and lifeless
no breath
no heartbeat
no response to love
no person within to quell the storm
about and around
who will issue forth my resurrection?
who will pronounce my rebirth into a vibrant realm
of agony and joy?
who will tightly hold my hand
as I return to the coming times?
I sense a figure behind me
I hear again the footsteps as swift
as a startled man's pulse
closer now
but growing no nearer
sounding no louder
unnerving my soul
awakening forgotten inhibitions
as I look upon this fallen form
of hope and promise
I look upon myself
as I was created
without mistake
without hatred
without regret
must I start over
only to fail again?
must I begin with fervor
only to end with regret?
must I taste of joy
only to know loss?
I cannot
I will not do it again
I refuse
it must be different
I refuse to be swallowed by the dragon I was
I desire a fire of a different source
a flame of more overwhelming ardor
of which I cannot resist
of which is . . .
