Tynion
01-31-2006, 12:03 PM
My Lord, I lift your holy name as a banner; like a pennant waving in the wind, as a central rallying point for your weary soldiers. I gaze around at my follow warriors, beaten, battered, and hungry. They look around with scared eyes. They know not who the enemy is. Everyone holds a bloodstained sword in their hand. We all have mud caked into our armor. Friend and foe wear the same armor. We all claim the same Father. I raise my gaze skyward, I see your name. I see your glory, and it gives me the strength to keep up the heavy sword in my hand. Even as I sit here, leaning against this wall.
We held the line. The enemy withdrew again. I know he will attack again at first light. That is why I pray at night, that the Lord might give me enough rest, strength to wage the war again tomorrow.
My wounds seep of blood. I know not whose blood is on my hands. It could be mine, it could be the enemies, it could be a friends. I beg the Lord to forgive my trespasses. Forgive my endeavors oh Lord. That I may not be weighed down, and can wield my sword in the morn. Oh Father, when the bombardment begins at light, I may not make it. I may fall victim to my enemy, or worse yet, myself. I beg you to cash in now and claim my soul while it is freshly cleansed. Call my soul home oh Lord.
The battle will rage tomorrow. It will last to tomorrow's tomorrow. The battle does not cease. There is no rest for the weary. My tears sap my energy oh Lord. Please save me. Please Lord; bring your Holy Name, your Holy Word to this spiteful world. Destroy sin as you have promised that I may have but an instant of rest from this world. I am moist no more. I have no more tears to shed. My mouth is dry. I cry out for your water oh Jesus. I need your refreshment.
Oh Lord! The trumpet blares! The enemy comes again!
Won't you free us? Won't you send your Son into our ranks once more?
My arms, my legs, I can not bear this world and its corruptive oppression any longer. Bring down your mighty gloved fist my King. Lay waste to my soul's enemy. Bolt the doors of my ears. Close the shades of my eyes! Keep his influence at bay, for his iniquity weighs heavy on my shoulders. So much so that I can not but rise and face him.
The walls are breached! The lines are broken! As is my flesh, as is my hope. I beseech you oh mighty Lord, bring your glory to this world again, and bring home this bloodied sheep. That I might experience my moment of peace. Amen.
We held the line. The enemy withdrew again. I know he will attack again at first light. That is why I pray at night, that the Lord might give me enough rest, strength to wage the war again tomorrow.
My wounds seep of blood. I know not whose blood is on my hands. It could be mine, it could be the enemies, it could be a friends. I beg the Lord to forgive my trespasses. Forgive my endeavors oh Lord. That I may not be weighed down, and can wield my sword in the morn. Oh Father, when the bombardment begins at light, I may not make it. I may fall victim to my enemy, or worse yet, myself. I beg you to cash in now and claim my soul while it is freshly cleansed. Call my soul home oh Lord.
The battle will rage tomorrow. It will last to tomorrow's tomorrow. The battle does not cease. There is no rest for the weary. My tears sap my energy oh Lord. Please save me. Please Lord; bring your Holy Name, your Holy Word to this spiteful world. Destroy sin as you have promised that I may have but an instant of rest from this world. I am moist no more. I have no more tears to shed. My mouth is dry. I cry out for your water oh Jesus. I need your refreshment.
Oh Lord! The trumpet blares! The enemy comes again!
Won't you free us? Won't you send your Son into our ranks once more?
My arms, my legs, I can not bear this world and its corruptive oppression any longer. Bring down your mighty gloved fist my King. Lay waste to my soul's enemy. Bolt the doors of my ears. Close the shades of my eyes! Keep his influence at bay, for his iniquity weighs heavy on my shoulders. So much so that I can not but rise and face him.
The walls are breached! The lines are broken! As is my flesh, as is my hope. I beseech you oh mighty Lord, bring your glory to this world again, and bring home this bloodied sheep. That I might experience my moment of peace. Amen.