In faith you’ve led me to believe. Not simply drives of fear or plenty, but the love that drives the hearts of men to become something greater than they are alone.

The help we may individually provide is seldom look upon in favor. They choose and lose never imagining to be proving daily their allegiance and their worth.

For we are told that it is not about us but about the coming Kingdom. That promise rings in our heads and hearts as true. Still we as men experience the pain of betrayal.

Never saved a sod or sam. Never created nor diffused calamity, for I had planned nothing beyond maintenance of my own weather, emotion and execution.

To walk along the boundaries in hope of being effective. Always knowing but failing to stop myself from believing that somehow my love for them would do the trick.

Delivered from the stresses and realities of failure. All along a pawn to this world and something greater by creation. One chance to be used by the King.

Real work and consequence yet my ego still clamors for hands upon the wheels of time and favor. I am more dangerous than a puppet, drone or simpleton because I want a name.

Synonymous with glory, honor and praise that I may go to heaven bragging of the roles I’ve played and my greater importance than all those I claimed to love.

There are no remaining questions. There are no words left to shout or bandy about in hope of creating fear and overreaction to my claims. I have proven my simplicity.

In misunderstanding I feel the cold pots for embers that may yet catch spark in the fearful frozen dawn. I have left myself depending upon self for power that I never had.

When all along I was sent to serve the Master and instead of simply listening and following direction I chose to ride hard through the winter’s fall in search of medals, men and midnight.