They Must Know

Fighting against things she cannot kill, and wrestling with lies inside

her head. Knowing what she ought to do but running all the same.

Tears break from my eyes and stream down my cheeks. My King

has told me of the plans He has, but I see the world fighting so

desperately against them. They will break like the tide against the

rock. So evermore I scream to a people lost in their ways. Lost in

lies. Content to die without hope. I tell them that they need not live

in vain. That there is a life worth living for. My King. He died,

He bled, and rose. All for me. All for them. My throat grows

hoarse as the cold clutches at my lungs. I will not be silenced.

I love them all too much to die so easily. All I am is in my King.

All I am to Him. He gives me strength. He gives me peace.

Onward I fight, against this world, against its lies. I am beaten.

I am bruised. I laugh. They will not break me. I love them far

too much. They must know my King. They must know his love.