Lord, I can’t see the battle
or the enemy.
Give me eyes to see the enemy;
show me the battle.
Train my hands
and my feet;
Fill my mind.
Put a sword in my hand,
a helmet on my head,
armor on my chest.
Give me a shield;
be my shield,
my rock,
my fortress.
Hide me from the enemy,
from his arrows
and his flaming darts;
But strike a true blow through me.
I am weak and wounded,
heavy of heart,
slow of mind.
I cannot see,
cannot stand,
cannot remember.
Give me faith in spite of my failure -
Your faith and grace,
Your strength and courage,
Your weapons and wisdom;
For I have none.
I am lost,
blind,
lame.
I have no strength.
I have nothing.
But You hold me.
©Rebecca A Givens, 09/25/09
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