The Warrior

This morning my
thoughts traveled along to
a place in my life where
days have long since
gone. Beholding an image
of what I use to be. As
visions were stirred, and
God spoke to me

He showed me a warrior,
a soldier in place,
Positioned by Heaven, yet
I saw not the face. I
watched as the warrior
fought enemies. They
came from the darkness
with destruction for me

I saw as the warrior
would dry away tears As
all of Heaven's angels
hovered so near. I saw
many wounds on the
warriors face. Yet
weapons of warfare were
firmly in place.

I felt my heart weeping,
my eyes held so much, as
God let me feel the
warrior's prayer touched.
I thought "how familiar"
the words that were
prayed. The prayers were
like lightening that never
would fade...

I said to God "Please, the
warrior's name". He gave
no reply, He choose to
refrain. I asked "Lord,
who is broken that they
need so much prayer"?
He showed me an image
of myself standing there.

Bound by confusion, lost
and alone. I felt prayers
of the Warrior carry me
home. I asked "Please
show me Lord, this
warrior so true" I watched
and I wept, for mother,
the warrior was you.