2 Timothy 4:7-8

Hi! Sorry it's been so long. So, I was reading in the New Testament this morning and I came across this scripture: 2 Timothy 4:7-8. I had read it before and thought to myself that it would make a great basis for a poem. So, I wrote a poem based on it of course. This could be the beginning of a new series of poems! Anyway, here it is:

I have fought a good fight.
I have finished my course.
I ride back from the battle
on a valiant horse.
At times we were weakened
as I doubted the strength.
I, at times, was disheartened
by the look of the lengths;
the lengths of the grounds,
of the mountain terrain.
Yet I knew I could reach it
-the land where he reigns.
Now I ride through the gates
at the end of my course.
I ride on the strength
and the life of my horse.
And he waits at his throne
and I kneel once more
-and this time I know
I had opened that door.
      -The door of my heart
      -that allowed him to pay
He
      -the Prince of the Kingdom
      -the King of my days.
Without him.
Alone.
I could never afford
this shield of truth,
this virtuous sword.
And now, at the line;
at the mark of the end
is the crown that is his:
My Brother.
My Friend.
He smiles at my service
he remembers the tears.
No longer in question,
I'm cleansed of my fears.
Righteous and loyal
by His voice I was led
to the gates of his kingdom
where he crowns my bowed head.