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 used 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
That 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 Warrior's 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 chose to refrain.
I asked, "Lord, who is broken that they need such 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!

By: Larry Clark