When you think you stand for truth,

Your tongue sticking to its roof -

The mouth becomes dry of speech,

And your words become empty stitch.

The dark you try to make plain:

You're the embodiment of extreme bluntness,

B’cause you can’t join in their hypocritical blindness,

And wouldn’t mind their religious fallacy.

In life you win some and lose some –

Though you try to be winsome,

Yet its lies become cumbersome,

Your mind burdensome.

This bothers me a lot –

As I pen this thought,

You may think I’m a zealot,

But my thought is my pilot.

I’ll stand for truth and nothing but,

The words of Christ and the bleeding cross –

I’d rather alone for Him stand,

Than miss the glorious eternal band.

Gabriel T. Abina is a lively Christian writer, whose desire is to be a voice for God in this generation. A graduate of Hist. & Int. Stds, he has two completed manuscripts: In The Eye of the Storm & Rahab: God's Grace Unveiled, and currently on some others. He blogs @ gabrieltabinablog.wordpress.com