~There's a Way for a Warrior to Pray... ~

A warrior sat in pain, doubting
That he could ever fight again.
He held his wound as he heard a shout
And looked up to see a man
Away in the distance, coming fast
And holding a glittering sword,
Strode a mighty man with bearings
of a noble, a prince, a lord.
The soldier winced while drawing breath,
He struggled to make a stand,
His wound began to bleed again--
His sword was still in hand.
He had fought so many battles;
He had slain so many foes,
But now his heart was weary,
And his eyes threatened to close.
His arms could barely lift the sword.
Both legs began to shake,
As he shouted, "God, please give me strength!"
His voice began to break...
"To you, O God, I've lived my life
And now, O Lord, I pray;
That you would bless what's left of me
And help me fight today."
The warrior looked up and tried to see
How near the man had come,
But he could not because
the man was brighter than the sun.
He cried, "O God, I cannot win
Against a man like this,
But I will fight and die for you--
If that is what you wish."
"It is not Me you have to fight,"
said the man with the glittering sword.
"But I have come to fight for you,
by the power of My word.
I am the strength you prayed for,
It is to Me you prayed.
I am the Way, the Truth, the Life
My father, I obeyed."
The warrior collapsed into His arms
And Jesus cried, "My child,
I'll carry your burden, I'll fight your foe,
I'll walk with you this mile."
Then Jesus carried the warrior
Walking back the way He came,
With love in His heart and tears in His eyes--
For this one who had fought in His name.

~David Shelton ~