To GOD:
By: Vincent Lincoln
And now I know what it really means to fall. But how many times have I thought that before. Have I not always been on the crusade? Was this not the nature you gave me? Always fighting against enemies unknown be they external or internal? Always ready to fight the good fight. Yet more time then not left bloodied and battered, each time picking myself up swearing that I wasn’t hurt as bad as I thought, but always, always leaving a small piece of me on some unimportant field of conflict or in some ER. Wasn’t victory worth that small price? Is it not said that victory without sacrifice is a hollow victory at best. If that is true, then why do I have such a sour taste in my mouth? Did it finally take for me to have my wings ripped off and my eyes put out so that I could not find my way back to make me humble? Yet every battle was not fought over my own vanities. Have I not stood up for those who could not fight for themselves? Yes its true that I have sinned against my fellow man, but I didn’t sin everyday. So why is it now that I feel that I’m being punished so? Still as I’ve said before its always been myself, my own mind and body that has betrayed me time and again.
Look , Im not looking for pity, just a few answers now and then. Till then Ill sit in the dark as is my lot. Not in sorrow and not broken. For I know to well that sometimes one must be cruel in order to be kind.
Vincent Lincoln
Lord save your servant. And let my cry come unto thee.
"The Roman Ritual"
Note-(I wrote this passage a little over 2 years ago when i lost my eyesight.now that im slowly getting it back,i question myself, did i write this in anger or was i feeling sorry for myself. still i often wonder why things hapeen the way they do.)
