Why do I fight when the struggle is futile?
Sooner or later they will hold my funeral.
They will talk about my life and everything I've done,
But the end is inevitable — I cannot run.
So when the end is here and they talk about you,
What will they say about the things that you do?
Will they speak of love and how you came through,
Or will they say you lived your life all about you?
Did you spread the light or feed the dark?
What will they say was in your heart?
Did you bear fruit that gave people life,
Or did you fuel the fires of strife?
Were you a light that helped people live,
Or were you greedy and failed to give?
For the legacy we carve is in your own hand,
So you get to decide if you get to be a man.
Do you walk at your own pace or within His grace—
And how will you answer when you stand face-to-face?
When you have to answer for the things that you've done,
Will you stand clean and plead the blood of His Son,
Or will you cower and hide wishing you could run?
So when the trumpet cracks the sky and every secret’s pulled to light,
When all the masks you ever wore get ripped away in plain sight,
Will your knees shake at the thunder of a holy, righteous throne,
Or will you rise up in the courage of a faith you made your own?
Did you fight for souls that staggered on the edge of losing hope,
Or did you turn your back and let ’em dangle at the end of a rope?
Did your words cut deep like knives or heal like water in the drought?
Did you speak life into the broken or leave their fire burning out?
’Cause every quiet choice you made is written down and locked in place,
And when the books are cracked open, you can’t rewrite or erase.
But mercy’s still calling out now, whispering through all the noise,
Telling you heaven ain’t earned — it’s a gift, and you still have a choice.
So stand tall, warrior, even when your armor’s dented thin,
For the battle isn’t pointless when the victory’s found within.
And if your heart beats weary, remember this truth that still stands:
The King never asked for perfection — only a willing man.
So do you walk in the light and fight the good fight?
Or do you get swallowed by the darkness and trapped in the night?
Because you don't have to perish when it comes to the end
And get taken by that broad road that swallows many men.
So pick a side — do or die —
Because you can say what you want, but your actions don’t lie.
Friend or foe, you make the choice.
You decide if you will follow His voice.
Because the price was paid in blood and sweat,
So you wouldn’t have to cover that debt.
He did what it took to pay the whole cost
When they hung Him up with no shame on that cross.
So make the choice — it’s time to choose.
One path brings life, the other you lose.
So will you rise from the dust when the call shakes your bones,
Or stay chained to the shadows where the lost walk alone?
’Cause the line’s drawn clear, no grey in the middle —
Either march with the truth or dance with the devil.
Angry_Elf
