Poezie 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.