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Warring With The World

By Wil C. Fry, 1990.04.25

(Copyright © 1990 and 2016 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.)

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Why is it that when I give my all, I fail
And when I don’t try at all, I fail
Does this mean my intelligence is forever gone?
I choose instead to believe that the rest of the world is wrong
why does the world treat me this way?
They never let me have a chance to succeed anyway
(“Remember, if the world hates you, it is because they hated me first...”
— our Lord Jesus)

I can’t claim it’s abusive discrimination
‘cause I’m a white, middle-class male.   Suffocation
of my desires is the story of my life now
I tried, I worked, but I failed somehow
I live only for God now, the world’s standards aren’t for me
I want to be Holy in His sight, not theirs, you see
I tried to win their acceptance, but they wouldn’t let me play their game
Now I’m alone, living for God and myself, lonely and unashamed
Help me, God, to rid my mind of my failures in the evil world
Give strength to me, to overcome, and live for You in this evil world
Who said “life is fair”? — (I never even tried)
I know it’s not, never will be, so now my flesh has died
I can live only in the spirit now, giving in to no physical desires.
Every time I give in, and try to win, I fail again, and catch on fire
In this world, I crashed and burned, never flying straight on through
You say I’m a loser — yes, I’m a loser, but I’ve got a God to pull me thru
And when I weaken, and give in to the desires again,
He reaches me, teaches me, to know how to be free from sin
/ / / /
The system of the world makes no sense, yet we try to apply it to our lives
I try, you try, and we’ll all have the same end; left only with tears to cry.
But after our lives, we won’t be graded
On how well we were syncopated
With the ways and codes of sinful man —
I know there’ll be a judgment someday
I don’t want to be the chaff that’s thrown away
I want to live eternal life, protected in God’s Hand.

I’m an alien here, I don’t belong at all
I’m on unfamiliar ground, no wonder I fall
When I go Home, there I will live with ease
While a lake of fire burns hot, for my enemies

Warring with the world
Warring with the world
It's so hard to win
But win we must, but only if we trust...
In God



Two notes:
1. This is a really bad reaction to a low grade in Calculus.
2. The last five lines aren’t in all the early versions.



The first four lines, from “My Little Pink Book”. Click here to see a larger version




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