The Warrior is a Child

Wounded in the Battle,
He carries me in His arms.
As we journey together,
the trumpet sounds alarm.

Casting all my burdens
And sharing all my cares;
Leaning upon His shoulder
As he answers every prayer...

Kneeling down before Him
While basking in His love,
Cherishing His presence
As to angels above...

Reaching out to touch His hand,
He puts His hand in mine.
Ready for the next journey,
With the LORD by my side.

- Joyce C. Lock -

[ by: Joyce C. Lock -- Copyright © 2004, submitted by: Joyce C. Lock ]


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