My King leads me
I don’t know where we’re going.
The faces around me are set like flint.
I wonder, what does mine look like?
I hope it’s hard,
But my heart pounds in fear.
Courage I should have,
Yet I falter.
Riding towards certain death.
Or is there hope?
Hope in any face?
I see none.
Looking to the eyes of my King
I see His hope.
He meets my gaze
A slight nod
Acknowledging my near panic.
Then his eyes harden.
Staring straight into mine
He speaks softly,
“you will live to fight another day.”