In times of need.
In moments of quiet.
Failure plants a seed.
To become a quiet riot.
Where we dare not question it.
Yet we can dare to expect victory.
When we change where we look to see.
To what the future may come to be.
Instead of past failures in history.
Stops a feeling of dread.
Stops all from breaking ranks.
Together we are faster.
Together we strive longer.
Three cords are always stronger.
Writer, teacher, hiker, pastor.
Together we find the greenest pasture.
There will be times of worry.
Moments can be hard.
Especially when we are in a hurry.
Or if we are always on guard.
Yet victory can always be the plan.
When we work as hard as we can.
Anxiety set aside by every man.
Our combined faith is the caravan.
Coming whether we walked or we ran.
Sometimes a moment of silence.
Or perhaps a moment of prayer.
Stops the internal violence.
To bring a victory beyond compare.
It is often ourselves that we fight.
Each and every dark night.
And feel like we’ll never be all right.
Yet when there is even the tiniest light.
We can dare to achieve victory with all of our might.
Every footstep that we take.
Every decision ever made.
Every sunset journey we make
Are moments to never trade.
Victory is found in moments like those.
No matter what our clothes.
Or how a climb to the summit goes.
In the past, victory always arose.
Even when many would choose to oppose.
So even when times seem dark.
When there is no hope to see.
Together we can always make our mark.
Because we’ve dared to achieve victory.
It maybe be a summit or a valley.
A difficult path where we must rally.
The darkest ever life alley.
We can always make a positive tally.
Because victory will always be our finale.