I Stand at the Precipice

The sting of cold steel collides within.

Forces outer dimensional equate our sin.

Pull not the blade from my back lest I bleed.

For evil calls on the unsaved; shadows sleep with greed.

I stand now at the precipice of another new day.

Yet all that remains of this fragile soul is my faith.

It has been almost now two years of turmoil; almost two years of trials.

The fires of darkness still burn, and in my heart I question if it all be worthwhile.

Why not ask I of myself to just give up and let the devil have his due?

Why should I continue to fight against the things of which have no clues?

The easy way out would be to give in; to surrender to the darkness and not the light.

Yet to do so would ever endow me to the eternal separation from God in His sight.

Yet still I stand at the precipice…. As I weep into the night.

J. Allen Wilson © 5/13/2010