Right out of high school, I volunteered a school year as a TA at Valley Christian in Missoula, MT. Our school bus driver, a seasoned conservative pastor with a sense of humor, would rap to us on the road and remind the kids of their bus manners. At the end of the school year, he announced he was going into missions and wouldn’t be driving the route anymore. I wrote for him this poem as a parting gift.
THE NOBLE FIGHT
The titles of this hardened world
Are often wrought with pain
Driven by a fearsome passion
To win a place of fame
Some would say the challenge grips
The fight for power burns
Within the fiery hearts of men
A zealous struggle turns
For what shall men raise their arms,
The valiant bare their might?
A righteous man, he’s given
To a hard and noble fight
Yea, the victor’s cry is quickly lost
All character left behind
If a man chases after things
Which only wound and bind
The Lord of them who live the call
Gives strength for true chivalry
The knight who yields to Wisdom;
His steps are just and free
So let the fight be a noble one
Which burns with passion sure
Toward a lofty aim, devotion true
And a meekness sweet and pure
-Abigail Wiggins, 2007
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