No Fanfare For Common Men

Shadows of the night,
Slithering at edge of light,
Enveloping like a wave,
All those who would brave,
To step away from light’s beam,
And into the silent scream,
That stalks in the dark,
Leaving its tainted mark,
Upon the courage of men,
Men that when,
Standing in the rays,
Of the light of days,
Garner admiration and praise,
For the monuments they raise,
To human achievements,
But what accolade is spent,
On those who step out,
Into the deafening shout,
Of lonely night,
That they might fight,
All wrong, and all fear?
What monument is near,
Where is the place,
For the true heroes of our race?
Who step out again and again,
Into the battle with sin.
Where is the fanfare for the one,
Who seeks to follow the Son,
Bringing His light to a dying world,
A world to which this common man is hurled,
Not by chance but by choice,
Why do not their fellow men cheer, rejoice?
It is because it is within the common life,
They make their war and strife,
Within the common they overcome the dark,
That leaves its stain stark,
Black as coal,
Upon mortal soul.
There is no fanfare for common men,
Who overcome their private sin,
Not here on this earth,
Of mortal sight and mortal birth,
But some day,
The trumpet will play,
For those who have overcome,
And followed the Son till kingdom come!
Who walked despite fear through terrors night,
And waged this, each one of our souls, fight.