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