The stillness of the night and the sharpness of the air
Echo and resound of a something that was there.
Nothing absolute by name or definition,
only the faint stirring of reminiscent recognition.
The outcome of the battle the victory we won
Is often overlooked by fear and the shadow of the gun.
Shouts and screams resound we stand ready in position
but more often times than not silence is the stronger opposition.
No name no face no certainty though blind we stand in faith.
Only with THIS certainty will our hearts be safe.
Uncertainty is certainly the only way to live
when we rest in the sacrifice and promise that He gives.
Tomorrow is not promised and today is now the past
Rest not in the things we see cause nothing's made to last.
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