AGAINST THE GRAIN In the final days at the end of the age, Seeking shelter from the rain, Cruelty reigns and the heathen rage, As we traverse against the grain. As we travel the paths of life, Dealing with stress and strain, Our faith is tested and forged by fire, As we traverse against the grain. With so many forks in so many roads, The myriad choices can drive us insane, It’s hard to determine the proper direction, As we traverse against the grain. The cold winds blow, the dust storms flow, The tides wax and wane, There doesn’t appear to be much calm, As we traverse against the grain. Jesus stated that we would suffer such strife, By carrying the Cross on which He was slain, The heathens rage, scoff, and scorn, As we traverse against the grain. A prophet of old spoke for the Lord, “To live is Christ, to die is gain”, But too many voices now speak for themselves, As we traverse against the grain. Their messages are empty – generic in form, Gushing like tempests that bellow in vain, They somehow are emboldened to exalt themselves, As we traverse against the grain. Our journey now brings us to this point in time, Shadows of THE END are visibly plain, The tares have infiltrated amongst the wheat, As we traverse against the grain. Trust in God and read the Word, So as to withstand the hurricane, Don’t pay heed to “feelings” or “dreams”, As we traverse against the grain. The Lord didn’t die at Calvary, Or suffer that excruciating pain, For us to now listen to the utterances of “man”, As we traverse against the grain. The time has come to separate, From a world that holds us in disdain, No longer will we need to seek shelter here, For we have finished traversing against the grain. Continue onward Christian Soldiers for Christ! Humbly Irrelevant I have so missed your encouraging gift of words …. Thank you for this one! I can relate to so many lines in the beginning stanzas — in the first one, the wickedness is oppressive and weighty — the second one — the constant distraction and stress of everyday, mundane life, knowing that what we have to do daily to survive while we wait does not reflect the desire of our heart — as Paul stated, “my desire is to be with Jesus for that is far better, but to remain here for your progress and joy in the faith …. My armor feels very heavy and I am ready to lay it down and see the blessed Savior :prayer-hands: Indeed feelings can be subjective and for the most part self initiated. The leading of that still small voice must still be allowed to be taken into account however fragmented and uniquely partial it seems at times! IE: the bearing of witness in each of our spirits or the inclinations and leading of the Spirit must also be allowed for! Again wisdom and discernment! TR Humbly, I love this poem! Beautiful! Thank you, Humbly!
Thanking the Lord for the inspiration He gave you for it! :bible
