Robert W. Pointer

SWEET SURRENDER

Caught in battle, overcome
upraised hands in anguish, done
parade in streets of nameless shame
Neverland will be the same

bound by vengence’ awful chain
comarade of lost disdain
will there be Tomorrow’s child
memory of mercy mild?

Yes is yes, form in the depth
spirit in surrender cries
He who conquers with release
offers freedom as He dies.