August 8, 2013

Beauty (a Warrior Song)


(a Warrior Song)

Fists, Blood and bone, scraping earth and shale. 
Cut red deep, staining tooth and nail. 
She Holds fast at any cost,
chases after any lost.
Pursues with grace for Heaven's sake.
Amid a greater mercies' wake .
The price is heavy because it's free,
This debt was payed on Calvary.
Blessed peacemaker who enters fray,
Holy Saint who fights this day.
(Deserve) is a word not on her tongue.
She breaths in Christ with every lung.
Forgiveness without apology,
Miracle worker on bruise bent knee.


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