With a broken heart in one hand…

And a crestfallen soul in another…

He smiles…a child like smile as he trudges on with life…

Tears falling unseen…

With a pocketful of sunshine…

And a bag full of hope…he walks on…

Meeting winter with the sword of sunshine…and night with the splendor of the moon…

He sought and he found…and now he wanders…wondering how to deal with it…he wished and heaven gave and now the devil threatens the safety of his kingdom…

Is he a night to defend it…he asks…as he walks on…

With a kind hope in his broken heart for the stranger…

Arguing and fighting with faith and hope…on why the hurry…why the impluse…as doubt haunts him like a shadow and the imps of anger assail him…and love lies dying on the roadside, trampled upon by lack of understanding,

And he walks on…seeking the one he had found and now missing by the mists of time and distance…seeking her for the sake of love that lies dying…

And heaven watches with bated breath and angels holding on their swords, ready to defend and help one of their own…a fallen angel sent here to seek redemption…to once again serve in mighty army of Him…

He doesn’t know who he is now…reason and clarity having deserted him…and he walks on…seeking…smiling…broken smiles with unseen tears…hoping its never too late to remedy a toxic situation…

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