War Poem written just before I got saved 98

[Joshua 0]

War, strife, and misery, of which the world's quite full Despite the words and promises each day we grow more cruel. A war that's fought, one we can't win Only GOD can cleanse us of our sin. We fight to live, and yet we die And many people never try Of winning and of losing, each day is but a game Each move we make decides our fate and no life is the same The Bible's here and many read but few will ever learn Though knowledge is remembered, the wisdom we do burn The sun will rise, the sun will set Each day we grow more in GOD's debt A fire rages, wars are fought Time spent on fighting, not on thought We fight to win, we know the cost And fight we do, as lives are lost A time to think, a time to die Countries steal, leaders lie A fatal war, peace oh too short A ship of death, a fiery port Mist arising from a grave A million souls, each one unsaved A chariot with golden wheels A cry of death, and thunder peals A war of death, a war to kill Bombs and bullets, blood to spill Eternal peace, eternal pain; the dragon and the dragon's bane A myriad of countless stars; each shining in the heavens far Never thinking, never caring; never giving, never sharing Death will knock but once, and woe To you who've never known your soul