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Chessboard of Life
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Spiritual On the table of cosmos, at the very far end
Is the corner of life, and shuns from the sin
Gazing the board are the king and his wife,
Gazing over the chessboard of life.
The field is grisly, the men, war torn
They feel as if their lives are forlorn
The feel as if they are forsaken,
Every time a piece is taken.
Black and white, the colors of war
Good and evil, a cliché seen before
And all the kings horses and all the kings men
Charge into battle, again and again.
Righteous pieces, are the white
Jesus rides upon the knight
A holy bishop standing tall,
Ready to obey God’s call
A rook stands ready, his name, St. Peter
The Queen is Mary, no one can beat her
A row of good hearted pawns stand steady
Their weapons of truth are at the ready
The king who reigns from his golden throne
Is none other than God, and God alone.
Cross the field, to evil’s dominion
Ripped apart by bias opinion
The harlot of Babylon, the queen for the black
A row of demons, prepared for attack
Four horsemen are ready to start their ride,
And the bishop preaches Satan’s lies
The rook is the tower of Babel so tall,
Ready to stand? Or ready to fall
And on the throne of blood and pain
Sits Lucifer, upon evil reign.
In the chessboard of life, there’s no guarentee
That what you do is righteous you see
There’s no guarentee, it’s life as is
So you must have faith, as God is bliss
On the chessboard of life, you’ll lose a few
Will it be worth it when the battle’s through?
When all is over, and all is gone
Your most valuable piece, was that tiny pawn
The little ragged soldier, with the beady eyes
The beady eyes, that always cry
The tattered clothes, the feet with no shoes
But that pawn was willing to fight for YOU.
In the chessboard of life, there’s more than a knight
There’s more than a rook, there’s more men to fight
Even the tiniest pawn so serine
Can cross the board, and turn into a QUEEN.
In the chessboard of life, there’s the black and the white
Tell me my friend, for which side will you fight?
Satan and his ill willed army of spite?
Or God and his glorious fire of light
The battle has started, across the field
Move’s a demon, bearing hate’s shield
The shield was broken by none other than love,
Another piece taken by God, up above.
A counter strike, is underway
A horsemen rides, early that day
St. Peter is killed, mourn his death
A point fort the black, Satan does jest
The war torn land is fought for all day,
And in the end, scattered astray
The pieces are beaten, on both sides, a tie
And all accomplished was fighting to DIE
But what’s this I see in the corner, a pawn?
The ragged old pawn is making a run
To the corner of the board, he is changed
Into a queen, set to win the game
Horse has fallen, Jesus is crushed
Under the weight of his mare, he thrusts
An open hand to the ragged old man,
Who will save the future of life, if he can
Revived in a instant, Jesus’ Horse
He ride’s on a bearing, a strictly set course
With the queen, they defeat, in moments last stand
Satan is dead, no more plague to man
Armaggedon was won that night
A battle was fought, like no other fight
And what did you learn from the game just won?
A scrawny old pawn, can save God’s own son
A meager old pawn can cross the field
And take the game, with new power to wield.
On the chessboard of life, ragged old men
Have potential to become queens again.
On the chessboard of life, when up against hate
The tiniest pawn can whisper "Checkmate."
