Battlefield February 2, 2010
I am the battlefield,
torn asunder.
Here it is
that battle rages.
In me,
on me,
over me:
I am the battlefield.
The door, open:
the light shining within.
What am I,
a fool?
I must go in.
My king waits therein.
I beg his pity and pardon.
He washes my feet.
Showering me,
ever on
with his mercy
and grace.
For this battlefield
is his land.
For it he will
go even to death.
But even death, he conquers.
My mighty king:
the king of kings,
the lord of lords.
He reigns.
All dominion,
all power,
belong to him.
I am the battlefield.
I am his battlefield.
I trust in my lord:
his power, my salvation.