"The Warrior"

This is an old-school song by Jimmy & Carol Owens that comes back to me often in weary moments.  It's not hip, it's not cool (I'll post a link, but expect - well, old-school) but it's beautiful poetry that has sustained me often in difficult times.

Lord, I loved it there in that quiet place

That You made for me to rest

Where the green grass grows and the river flows

And the blackbirds build their nest

Oh, the life was sweet and I longed to stay

But I heard the distant drum

And the muffled sound of marching feet

And I knew the war had begun

Well, you know I'm not a fighter, Lord

And the hosts of hell are strong

So fill me with Your Spirit,

Help me put my armour on

And when I face the enemy

Lord, all that he will see

Is me standing there in You

And You standing there in me

Lord I loved it there in that quiet place

But I heard the battle cry

Now here I stand, 'midst the blood and flames

And I have to ask you "why?"

"Oh, the pasture's there for the lambs," you say

"It was never meant to be

A place to try the souls of men

Or a place of victory!"

Well, you know I'm not a fighter, Lord

And the hosts of hell are strong

So fill me with Your Spirit,

Help me put my armour on

And when I face the enemy

Lord, all that he will see

Is me standing there in You

And You standing there in me