“My Reason”

It comes like the press of a knife,
Cold and hard against the spine,
This question, of the meaning of life,
As we tread this razor edge so fine,
Teetering on the brink of acceptability,
With our varied actions,
We live well within our ability,
Trying to play both factions,
But no more of this!,
Today I am choosing,
To not miss,
The fullness of giving,
Everything, everything for the right,
I will not creep and scurry in the dark,
I refuse to weakly serve both light and night,
I choose the strongest of all,
I choose to serve love,
And in doing so I can not fall,
As long as I serve my Father above,
And what of my greatest desires?
I will have strength unending,
Crackling hot, like a blazing fires,
And I will never feel dishonor's sting,
For I serve the one who has all,
And He has taken me in,
He has beckoned me with His call,
And purged me from my sin,
Therefore I have my three desires,
And all else is naught,
For they are fuel for the pyre,
From which is bought,
Not by my merits or might,
But by the holy blood,
Of the one who purchased the right,
To cleanse me from sin’s gory mud,
My lord and brother,
Christ, I will serve no other,
This is my meaning in life,
To answer the prick of the knife,
That comes in the dark of the mind,
With cords that bind and blind,
And cast life and vigor into despondency,
Because mortal eye can not see,
The meaning behind its finite life,
And thus ward off this pernicious knife,
What is your purpose your call,
For if you know if not you will fall,
Into service of someone else,
Used to achieve their role,
And it is your life they stole,
I know whom and what I serve,
And may I from my task never swerve.