The Warrior

I feel free
Liberated in spirit
Unobstructed and weightless
My existence has been foretold
My life purposed into being

I have been anointed with prophetic oil
That dribbles down my head
In puddles at my bare feet
You have placed a crown on my head
Yet its thorns are roses
Budding whenever you are near

Where I walk
The stones have been removed
And the hard ground has yielded soft sand
I am a dynamo in the pious darkness
Challenges forces in a one-way duel
For I win every battle
That I undertake to lift my sword

When I fall
You are as a pillow to my head
I bow at your mighty throne
And praise your holy name
God above all Gods
The Great I Am.

~ Sherrie Dyer

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