A Prayer After Battle

April 14, 2014 — Leave A Comment


‚ÄúThere is no neutral ground in the universe; every square inch, every split second, is claimed by God and counter-claimed by Satan.” ~ C.S. Lewis

My Great King!
I will not be afraid.
I will not dance with shame,
for You are my Way.

A dark army assails me.
Daily they claw at my borders.
Nightly they seed my soul with fears.
Yet You are here,
the Tree of Life at the center of me,
and ten thousand angels stand guarding my path.
I shall not be shaken.
I shall not be denied.

Oh my Great Captain!
I hear You more than everything,
even the war;
therefore, I stand.

Great Deliverer!
Deliver me now.
I see a high noble country
beyond these hills
scorched by war.
It is my inheritance,
and I would stand on its fair soil
in peace before I die.

Train my hands for battle, then.
Make them calloused and sure with the sword.
Train my heart for surrender to You alone,
and through You, to Beauty, Joy, Love,
and all that is valiant and full of glory.
Marry my weakness to Your strength,
and make me True.

Like my brother David before me, I say,
“Give me this crown!”
Like Caleb, I cry out,
“Give me this mountain!”
Like Moses and Joshua, I call out to You, God,
“Bring me safely into my Promised Land,
and deliver it into my hands.”

Set my body free.
Set my strength free.
Set my love free.
Set my soul free.
Set my life free.

And together
let us ride the high places,
and sing,
and wake the world.

(by Michael Warden)

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