Follower of Christ
Here's a story of a man
Who fought many battles of the mind
He made one mistake
And started to fall behind
Wounds of the soul took physical form
Unusual wounds not of the norm
Slashes on his arm, his shirt is torn
Blood on his face, his jeans are worn
He walks alone and looks to the sky
He falls to his knees, and cries out why
A voice calls out "Remember Me" it said
Next thing he knows he's up in his bed
His wounds scarred over, his shirt still torn
Blood on his face dried, his jeans still worn
A scar of a cross has formed on his arm
A divine intervention has saved him from harm
This man in the story is me
My heart and soul for all to see
If you feel your life's in a bind
Here are some words to keep in mind
"Substisto Fidelous Utlilitas Terminous"
No matter how much your life will break and bind
"Remain Faithful Until the Very End!"
Signed Warrior Angel
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