The Battle of Life - A Poem

Good morning FFFs,

Sorry, once again I don't have a story for you. This week has been filled with lots of writing. Yesterday I managed to write 3k words! Yeah, my brain was tired after that. But now it's eager to get back to this story. I can see the end of "By Paths Unknown" so I really want to reach it! Can I do it before the end of the month? We'll see. I'm doubtful, but then I wasn't expecting to write 3k yesterday either.

I thought of just giving you an update on life, but I really don't have much for you. I corrected "Grandfather's Mug" but I don't know if I'll publish that on here or not. Mostly though, I've been working on "By Paths Unknown." After a brainstorm with my mom about some things that had to happen in the story, I've been writing, and writing. But normal life has also been happening. Like babysitting my nieces and nephews.

I did a quick search to see what I could find to post today, and I saw this. I wrote it when I attended a 3 week intensive music course. (We pretty much ate, slept, and breathed all things music.) One of our assignments was to write an original song. I can write words to songs, but forget the music! I'm not a composer. :) I trashed the tune I did compose because it was terrible. So you just get the words.

Only 5 days left of Camp NaNo! I reached my goal of 20k last week and am heading to 30k. I think I need 3k more to reach it. Can I go beyond 30k? We'll see. Anyway, here's the poem/song. If you compose music, feel free to try your hand with this one. :)

The Battle of Life

by

Rebekah M.

The enemy does seem so strong

Our thinning lines look grim

The ground we’re losing to the wrong

Our faith is weak and dim.

Our standard in the dust has lain

Then is this fight in vain?

Chorus

The Captain now is drawing near

He gives an order clear,

“Stand firm and fight and do not fear

The Lord thy God is near!”

The mighty men of valor rise

With all their armor on.

The foes sharp darts they now despise

The former fear is gone.

They raise the standard, wave it high

And shout the battle cry!

The ground surrendered to the foe

For Christ we’ll take it back

And though the battle’s full of woe

With courage we’ll attack.

March on with Christ, we’ll never flee

From certain victory!

Discouraged we will never be

Nor will we be dismayed

Now in God’s armor clad are we,

With shield and shining blade.

We fight and for the right contend

And stand until the end!

 

Did you like the poem?

Do you want to read "Grandfather's Mug" on here?

Do you think I can get more than 30k written?