I stand amidst battle cries

Armies raging all around

I cannot help, but hear the sound

Of others screaming, victory

 

But yet in my heart, I know the truth

I am no warrior still

I have not the heart, nor the will

To fight for that, which I know is right

 

So who am I?

 

Am I a warrior?

Or a saint?

Do I, with all my soul paint

An image for a greater purpose or

 

Do I simply muddy the canvas with

My broken spirit, torn by the flesh

Doing only that which I, think and feel as best.

For I am, truly broken

 

I am sorely lost

 

Given over to my fantasies

I delight, in all the wrong

Toiling under blazing sun, all the day long

For that, which is putrid

 

For that, which feels right

But in the end, will leave me broken and

Torn up beyond repair, far more lost than I ever planned

Truly, truly I am lost

 

I am no warrior still

 

So what purpose can I serve

What can I do?

What good or noble thing, lest it be by you?

For I am sorely lost, so sorely lost without you

 

So God in heaven, hear me

Hear my broken song

Help me to cry out, my soul to wholly long

From the deepest places, for You and only You, declaring

 

My God, my God

Fight for me!

 

You’ve called me to battle, but

I am no warrior, nor a saint

I cannot rhyme, nor sing

Or do anything apart from you

 

Oh God in heaven

I cannot fight, I can scarcely stand

Nor even look, up to your hand

I can only cry, here at your feet

 

My God, my God

Fight for me!

 

For I’ve heard, in holy places that

You, oh Lord

Fight for us and

Even make, intercession

 

For our broken souls.

Crying out, for mercy in

Spite of, our brokenness

Bringing justice, yet mercy the same

 

So please, my God, my God

Pray for me!

 

High Priest of heaven

You who wear, the victor’s crown

Slain, and risen Savior

Do, as only you can do

 

Bring life to my depravity

Bring purity, to my sinfulness

Bring fire, bring water

Bring all of you, that I might be

 

Wholly Yours, my God, oh God

Have mercy upon me

 

Please would you come

 

I am no warrior

I am no saint, without You, I am lost

I am not worthy to even speak your name, and yet

You know my heart the same

 

So great, and mighty God

Come do, as only You can do

Take these broken pieces of a life and

Fill it, with Your blood

 

That I may be, my own no longer

No longer sold out, to worldly pleasures but

Wholly given, wholly surrendered

Fully, in Your arms

 

That I may be, Yours, and only Yours, my God

Move in me I pray

 

Jesus, God of heaven, with all I am I’m asking

Would You come, would you move in me the same?

 

I know I am broken

So easily, recklessly lost

But yet your blood has made a way

For me to be made whole

 

Your word has promised, that I

Even one as broken as I, can come

In repentance, to Your throne of mercy and

Find rest, in You alone

 

In You, the great Mystery, in You who is

Even singing, over me

Jesus, I’ll rest in You alone, for it is You

You who are fighting for me