The Ones

What waters crash, what fires burn

That can abate the impassioned soul?

Whose words deceive, whose arrows pierce

The Ones with hearts made whole?

The Ones, they share a path their own.

With faith they see they're not alone!

The Ones, they have a great power to wield

And it acts with Life as their glorious shield.

As another looks on, he sees not men

But grace and hope that shines beyond

To draw wanderers to Him again.

The Ones, they fight and they rage

Only tomorrow to pray and cage

All anger to mourn for those who oppose their way.

The Ones tear up and scatter dry bones

To merge and gather battered stones.

The Ones live with Love in their hearts

And hatred for things which break apart

The strings and ropes that connect them to their Start.

The Ones are joyful in every Season;

In Summer, Winter, Fall, Spring they find reason

To rejoice in all that is perceived.

The Ones stand on their Hills and watch.

They watch as the birds soar in the morn

And fire bursts up from beneath at dusk.

Their visage never leaves as others wrong the tusk

And poach humanity of that with which we're born:

Innocence beaten and broken by nightmares,

But still The Ones unfailingly keep their stares

On that which is below and consumes their prayers.

The Ones are hated, envied, and judged

While they ensure never to keep a grudge.

It is The Ones that give and beg of others to Live

Above the filth, disease, and Death that hurt and misgive.

Only The Ones have removed the veil

And see Beauty to tell the tale.

The Ones watch on their Hills and witness the End.

They smile and embrace as their weary souls no longer have to defend

Truth and Love from being perverted and lost.

The Ones are finally repaid for their cost

As they reach the resting place of the Cross.