Leather and Lace.

The rough skinned roughkins reportedly told the renegades that all the religion we could spend would replace the righteous motives of our generation.

The last night we saw them they were on the shore. Sending out flares to the commander. Warning of terrors they didn't know existed. I was concerned but He was steadfast and strong not faltering in His perch, footsteps never leaving the ground. I looked in awe as calmly. He reached across the waters and lifted them as He lifted me and I wept once more.

My tears we're not of fear but of disdain. Because my fears are realized. God I don't want you to die away. I'm not losing you again. I'm clutching so hard, like I can't but help hope you want me to. And I feel I'm being pulled into the war. I just don't know what army that is. I can't see the shades of grey that we are supposed to live in under your control. There is no steady hands in my cavalry. There is no tightened bootstraps in my infantry. How on Earth will we survive at this rate Lord.

My faith in your position as Commander of this Army stays true. I trust that you know what You know what You are doing. I fear that the rest of us don't though. I'm nervous that the rest of the Army isn't going to come when You call.

Is anyone listening anymore?