Footsteps

So, sorry for my lack of updating...I'm kind of lazy. Here's a new poem I've been working on...since about....8 o'clock. Some of you might understand some hidden meanings, some might not. Feel free to write replies.

What have I accomplished?
Have I done good works, or merely boasted?
What have I commited?
Have I caused much grief, or safely coasted?

Why do I feel the way I do?
I feel like nothing has changed, nothing is new.
But truly, if you knew, you'd turn away,
'Cause I'm not like them, that's safe to say.

They're all the same,
Well, most, at least.
Some are saved,
but most follow the Beast.

You don't think I'm different?
Well, you're sorely mistaken.
They live for this world,
And the money they're makin'.

But not I! Nor my closest friends.
We have a higher purpose, and that is to cleanse.
We have come to share love,
And share it we will.
This love, so amazing,
It'll be like a pill.

An addiction to love,
In it's purest form,
As shield and sword,
We proudly adorn.

This is the truth, we live it, we die it.
Though most of my peers would quickly deny it.
Will carry it with me, hoping they'll buy it.
And when the end comes, I pray they will cry it.

Through wind and rain, dust and snow,
Will carry on, proving this isn't for show.
Who cold die for something that's false?
The idea alone brings quite a repulse.

In dying for truth, I mean to say Christ,
For in no other name, will one find life.
Many will die, but who will truly live?
I hope to be one, I say without fib.

The footsteps of One, I wish to follow,
For any other way is to live hollow.
His Body, His Blood, I will eat, drink, and swallow,
In plagues filled with doubt, I pray I won't wallow.

In following footsteps, many go before,
But sadly, the wrong way, go many more.
With prayer my friends, with eyes on the Lord,
One eagle's wings, we'll rise up and soar.

~Eric