and then one day, she stopped pursuing the things of this world
she picked up God's armor
prepared herself with the spirit's sword
and from then on, God never let go of her
she stumbled often
He held her up
sometimes she doubted
He taught her to trust
she would stress over how to win the battles
He would reassure her that peace would soon be restored
while she was fretting over those small battles,
He'd already won the war
through every hardship he was with her
whenever she felt alone, he reminded her that she was not
whenever she began trusting in herself, He reminded her to surrender
a love as great as the Lord's could never be bought
she deserved no grace at all
but he blessed her beyond compare
He always listened when she called
lifted her burdens when she cast her cares
she does the best she can to devote her life to Him
and though she falls short of his glory
he loves her and sees beauty when all she sees is a girl who's broken
He keeps her going because His mercies are new every morning
Originally posted on my blog, Rithimus Poeta. (rithimuspoeta.blogspot.com)
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