Warrior's Cry

I must veer my eyes heavenward..

And unto the Mighty King,

Whose glory is my ring!

Upon His breast, I will find rest..

And sit awhile.

He is my shelter in this storm of nature unceasing,

Breaking free from societal norm,

I will venture on never fearing the unknown!

For my God promises new strength and healing,

And upon this truth, I do stand!

I am His, and He is mine,

Hand in hand, we march on into enemy's line!

With sword in hands that quake..

I march on, with eyes awake,

To fight anything that comes my way!

Oh Savior Divine, with love abounding,

It is within your arms my life dost lay!

Please issue this weary soul rest,

And may hope increase through this dark test!

Amen and Amen.