The Unalone Chapter III: The Top

He was sitting in the subway station
On a foggy London evening
He did not sit there for recreation,
He was moving on, he was leaving.

There was no shadow on his appearance
Something different guided him
Instead, a confident smile of perseverance
Reflecting the truth he resides in.

There is a magnitude of power in his gaze
A thoughtful, perceiving stare
He seems to be a navigator in this maze
Past the confusion, past the despair

I heard him speak; his mouth flowed grace
It was the sweetest encouragement,
And like an echo resounding in the place,
He declared Christ as a testament.

He was by himself, nobody to travel with.
Wandering alone it seemed,
Seeking truth with nobody to unravel with,
But he was contently serene.

I then realized that he was well put together,
Traveling with his corner like a contender,
All inside, Unalone, but unhindered!
With enough grace in him to be a winner.

I knew then that he would reach his destination,
Filled with Christ, the pinnacle of creation,
With no debts owed to darkness, to Satan
Shining bright, with a host of angels waitin'

He stepped onto the train of life, Unalone,
And his dedication to the Heavenly throne
Cannot be left up to any other interpretation.
Praising God, living under no condemnation,

The man is me; Together, I made it.


Michael Nicholas Hallak