And That Is It (poem)

Wanted to share a quick inspirational bolt. It's short, unpolished, and lacks a cohesive feeling, but it could be made into something pretty amazing

Titled, "And That Is It"

spending time that I don't have
wandering a world that I can't see
sharing a heart that breaks my back
speaking a truth that few believe

running a race that rests my feet
fighting a war that's already beat
claiming a world that's already claimed
freeing those that have been chained

warming hearts that have been chilled
igniting souls that before were nil
clearing dead eyes that were so quizzical
showing a strength that goes beyond physical

now this rhyme is becoming to material
the reason including far to much criteria-l
ending feels like slamming down a bludgeon
the truth is without Christ, you'll never even get 'well done'.

And that is it.

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