Truth Conquers May 11, 2010
I offer you my sorrow
and receive your strength.
I share my tears with you
and you infuse me with your grace.
I stand on the field of battle.
My trusted friend: traitor,
proving false
in the midst of battle.
Betrayal.
A stark reality
that ever stalks
the heart of men.
Comprehending the magnitude,
realizing the loss,
beholding the treachery,
at last, unmasked,
Anger flares, burning bright,
mingled with hatred, sour.
Yet your grace intercedes
turning my fury into supplication.
Ere I act in haste,
your grace grants me
the mercy of turning
to you in prayer.
Your peace enfolds me.
I find solace in your arms.
You purify my anger,
sharpening it into a blade of truth.
I see how small my sorrows are,
though they loom large to my soul.
You have suffered more, and greater,
yet you understand me, O Lord.
Your grace enables me
to make an offering of my pain,
of my angry heart,
lamenting and furious.
Take it, O Lord.
Transform it
into the image of your heart,
crowned with thorns.
Grant me the grace
of offering my suffering,
small and pitiful as it is,
to share in measure of
your suffering,
by which you
redeemed me
and all the world.
Take all that I am, Lord,
and make anew
in your image, in your image
make me a new man.
Hone my words with the Holy Spirit,
that my tongue may proclaim truth
and thus burn brightly as a blade
of light, shining against the darkness.
For you, Lord, have brought
death to lies, ending deception,
destroying, with death itself,
the dominion of evil.
Use me Lord, as you will.
I place myself into your
wounded hands
which bear the sacred wounds.
For I know that
the truth shall set me free.
Where falsehood flees,
I have no need of fear,
for I trust in the Lord,
My God, my savior,
So mighty a redeemer,
who saved and saves my soul.
There are moments
when a man,
confronted with evil,
arrayed against him in battle,
need not quail in terror,
cannot turn in flight,
but instead ought to look
at the armies of the Lord.
Christ conquers all.
Yea, verily even death.
Christ conquers all.
With Christ, I march.
Solider of his mercy.
Knight of the Queen.
I go, bearing faith
and wielding truth.
My shield shines with his light.
My blade burns with
his mercy and love.
It rings true.
Falsehood, deception,
betrayal, and shadow,
cannot prevail.
Truth conquers, for he is.
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