The Greatest Men

Recalling words of the most righteous men,
And thinking of stories of those who ran,
When your friends tempt you to indulge in sin,
It’s not then at all when you feel like a man.

“Just one time, you know it’ll be fun,”
Your thoughts recall a great prophet of old,
Thinking of those righteous men who run,
And of those whom great stories have been written and told.

How though can I be a man without friends?
Surely they’ll mock and my friends will be done,
Would the story of Joseph though have ever been penned,
If he had given in, and chose not to run?

“Come on, be a man and let’s hit the town,
It’s going to be amazing, wild and fun,”
That’s what they say when your friends abound,
But oft times it’s better to be a child and run.

How often have your favorite scripture heroes,
Cried like children when friends mirror foes?
The greatest men whom these fears do oft share,
Were all made great by their tears through soft prayer.

The least shall be greatest,
The first shall be last,
The Beginning and the End,
The same, future, present, and past.

Fathers hearts turned to the child,
The infinite loop starts over again,
My turbulent heart turned to a soft, so mild,
As the innocent children shall be the greatest of men.

-Jacob Winterfeldt