A Service to God

I cry out in vain, like a tender, meek lamb,
Hurt by the latest, unruly sham,
Tinged with emotion, unloved as I am,
All's not forgiven, with my power to damn…

Love tries to conquer, but who shall prevail?
Who shall disown this bleak fire sale?
The ghost with a past, so doomed to fail,
Or the one, pure of heart, so great is his tale?

The Lord instills peace, deep down inside,
Giving up His Son to belligerent pride;
Swallow your hubris, in Jesus abide,
Thou shall seek heaven amid saintly stride!

For life is a journey through darkest of night,
And all shall fear Heaven, if out of God's sight,
To not see His glory, just terrible blight,
Is a disservice to Him, and all of His might...