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Bloody and sweaty the battle proceeds. The flurry of violence can tax even the bystanders observations. We find ourselves in the middle of a battle with swords flaying and spears piercing shields, and clanging out with the morbid voices in the mix.
The more we fight the less we know about the progress of the battle.
The energy levels of an hand to hand combatant deplete with little relief. We can see the advance of our battalion in the corner of eyes, but the pressing onward is grinding our muscles into jelly. The report from the frontline is good progress but the urgent need for refreshed troops in the ranks is slowing the progress. The blows being inflicted are spattering blood and guts in all directions. The mangled bodies and desperate breathing is slowing our steps as if the weight of the world had concentrated on every step. The more we fight the less we know about the progress of the battle.
The energy level of our opponent has increased and very few are at our side. The shock is we have penetrated the enemy line but not in step with the rest of the army. The strength of our fighting has been lost. The confusion of battle has left us vulnerable to the enemy on all sides. The Commander has been overseeing our maneuvers. The troops have all committed to pushing the frontlines further only the Commander has held back the forces needed to press forward.
Intrenched in a ravine ,we are looking to the Commander and have no energy to move on. We have no words for each other. The fatigue has left the swords and shields frozen in our grasp. The enemy is regrouping with loud shouts of victory. The only one among us not frozen under the weight of his weapon is attempting to raise a surrender flag over us. We all have our eyes on the Commander who is perched right in position on the hill. The hill is cleared and He rides on down from it with an gallop that shakes the earth from underneath all in the valley below. The thunder of his approaching our position has drowned out the noises of the enemy. The gallop of His steed sings out peace be still to us as we cower in the shadow of the trench. The instant we surrendered His salvation was realized. The power and might he displays on battle field contrasted our weakness.
The fire in His eyes and strength of His sword cut through the enemy with a supreme veracity.
The fire in His eyes and strength of His sword cut through the enemy with a supreme veracity. The trail He made was marked in stone hooves of His steed. The pronouncements of the enemy turned to silence and dreed as He pounded onward. The battle moved ahead and our faint breath became the wind of praise as we picked up our weapons and shouted victory. The Commander turned and encouraged His army to fight on in our weakness ,because in our weakness He brings the Faithfull and Everlasting Victory.
