The Battle for Truth

A world adrift, truth cast aside,

In politics, faith where can it hide?

Each day reveals the fractured lens,

Our “truths” shaped by self, not wisdom’s hands.

 

“I’m living by my truth,” they say,

Yet what does that mean at the end of the day?

A mask of pride, a house of lies,

 

Where entitlement and victimhood rise.

Where do we turn in this shadowed land,

With media tainted, truth slipping like sand?

Leaders fall, their voices dim,

Integrity lost on a reckless whim.

 

Yet Truth remains unshaken, whole,

Found in Christ, the anchor, the goal.

It isn’t Truth that falters or fades,

But humanity’s grasp, so easily swayed.

 

To know the Truth, we face the fight,

To stand against darkness, to bear the light.

The ego protests, pride takes its stand,

But freedom demands a crucified man.

 

Truth sets us free, yet freedom’s not cheap,

It’s a climb, a struggle, a wound that runs deep.

We stumble, we bleed in our own arenas,

Falling to demons that live between us.

 

Still, we rise, for the bitter taste

Of life without Truth is too much to waste.

I’ll bleed for the battle, I’ll die in the ring,

For darkness offers no lasting thing.

 

Showing up this is the prize,

Not a trophy, but courage in our eyes.

Easy roads serve us only in vain,

The hard path brings the greatest gain.