Of Ages
I hear two calls.
One preaches remembrance,
And longs for me to turn to Him.
Faith, it says, is the only way.
I alone am weak, and unable to stand on my own.
The other speaks of freedom,
And of the glory that will be mine,
If I will but take it!
Whose voice reeks of vinegar,
And whose
Smells of honey?
What am I to do?
I am but mortal.
How am I to choose?
They continue, speaking to me
Of many things, many names.
The decision is not an easy one for me.
I am torn, for half of my being wishes for the
Sweeter voice, the one promising glory;
The other half warns me, and
Points to the seemingly ageless wisdom
Of the other voice,
Yet it is the one telling me that
I alone am weak, says my first half.
Why listen to Him?
He insults you, and then wishes for you
To follow Him;
What kind of "God" is that?
I listen for a while longer.
I give heed to both voices,
And I notice a change.
The first voice, the one of the
Seemingly ageless wisdom,
Still quietly urges, but the second
Grows more . . . desperate, I think
Is the correct word.
The war is fought inside me,
All around me, and I realize
That this war is fought over me!
What makes me so valuable?
The roar grows louder from the
Voice that promises glory.
The other voice is still there, but
There is a change in it.
The same theme of remembrance lingers still,
But He says something that
Will ring always in my ear,
For forever and a day.
The victory is His, and He offers it to me.
What is it that I have done to deserve this gift?
The roar is now unbearable,
And now I hear and see its true message.
Serve! Worship!
It cries.
But that voice holds no power over me.
I have remembered the faith of my fathers.
The roaring voice dissipates in defeat,
And I turn to the other voice,
The one whose wisdom,
Has been there all along.
Many songs have been sung to Him,
And voices raised in Praise.
None do Him justice, Him, whose
Wisdom rings true
Throughout the duration
Of Ages.