The weary warrior bears the armor
of nobility and humility,
but fire burns deep within.
Passionate for life,
passionate against evil,
the weary warrior never seems to rest.
Day after day, his battle rages
for his eyes perceive
what others do not.
Day after day, his battle rages
for his heart breaks
for the broken and the weak.
The nights bring but whispers of rest
as shadows of doubt and blankets of loneliness
surround the weary warrior.
God’s grace,
God’s amazing grace
is the only hope for the weary warrior.
If only His grace would remove the armor,
if but for one sweet night for love to enter in and peace to settle,
in the heart of the weary warrior.
Take his heart in Your Hands, Lord,
and surround it with Your Comfort
so that he may know that he battles not alone.
Open his home and his bed, Father God,
to the woman who can gather him to her breasts
and fan the flames of his passion and not be singed.
Expand his calling and his service, Holy Spirit,
with the help mate who can stand with him
and battle beside him and not be consumed.
Release the weary warrior from the battles
only You were meant to fight
so that the warrior can fight the good fight.
Be strong and courageous, weary warrior,
again I say be strong and very courageous,
for the battle is not yours, but the Lord’s.
