Poetry

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Wounded Warriors

Nov 13, 2002
By Rick L King

The battle is tough sometimes
At times we see our comrades fall
Some give their life
Just answer God’s call

Others are wounded
And are deeply in pain
Do we just let them lay there?
Or do we help them to stand again?

Do we lecture and say
All the things that they did wrong
If you had only done this
You would still be standing strong

Or do we go to them in love
A harsh word we never say
And cover their wounds
And help them once again to find their way

Do we go to Jesus
And intercede on their behalf
And seek the answers
So that they once again may laugh

We need all of our warriors
To fight this battle we fight
Sure maybe some walk wrong
Yet they only can walk in what they know is right

To come at them with your sword
And more wounds to them inflict
Puts you in the enemy camp
We are called to heal; not others make sick

I wonder that if
We saw Jesus sitting in the room
Would our words change
Would we be so fast to inflict a wound?

We are called to restore in love
All the hurting souls
By laying down our lives for them
Till the spirits and sickness goes

Next time you see a brother
That God has used in your life
Admit that he has a problem somewhere
Will you condemn and judge or help him make it right?

There are many wounded warriors
That man has cast aside
Instead of restoring them in love
We push them away to die.



Copyright © 2007
By: Rick L. King
No portion of this may be reproduced or used without written permission from the author.
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