I believe, and in my weariness
My thoughts prevail nothing good
And the emptiness turns into
Dark, impure thoughts that avail nothing
And so the battle begins and it rages
And I become a soldier to its cause.
But I know….
You O Lord have made me
You O God know who I am
You extend your arms and call me by name
So I rise and fight with the warrior in me
Forgetting who I am,
Falling into traps of doubt,
Alone in emotions, feeling rejected,
Drowning in the ashes of the enemy’s cauldron
Seething in dust, confusion, and separation
Is there no redemption from this?
But I know….
You O Lord have made me
You O God know who I am
You extend your arms and call me by name
So I rise and fight with the warrior in me.
Knowing your way
And knowing my place
Accomplishing your will in prayer and in this place
For the road is long and the battle is hard
But you O Lord have prepared me for what lies ahead
Not giving into a spirit to fear
I wrap myself in the armor of Your truth
Because I know ….
You O Lord have made me
You O God know who I am
You extend your arms and call me by name
So I rise and fight with the warrior in me.
You O Lord have made me
You O God know who I am
You extend your arms and call me by name
So I rise and fight with the warrior in me.
JEM
(11/27/15)
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