Wounded Soldier

On the battle-line day and night,
In the Holy Spirit prepared to fight,

Exhausted from the battle I didn't see,
The enemy coming from behind me,

Not seeing the arrows the devil pointed my way,
He pulled back his bow without delay;

Wearing my armor, I put my shield down;
The arrows overcame me knocking me to the ground.

The devil laughed as my wounds were shown;
I pulled the arrows out with a loud and mighty groan.

I stood to my feet knowing in the light I would stay,
Ready to fight; the devil ran away.

God's angels gathered around me to comfort me and pray:
It's time for you to rest; the devil will have his day.

The angels cleaned my wounds with miraculous healing;
I then presented myself at the Lord's throne giving praise while kneeling:

Lord, I called, I am exhausted; your grace I do seek.
The Lord said, My grace is sufficient for you; my power is made perfect when your weak;

He gave me his blessing; back on the fighting line, being more cautious than before,
Fighting with God's army numbering as the sands on the ocean shore.

In my weakness I found the strength to battle as the Lord had said.
Glory to God for words of wisdom; I go to battle ahead.

Within my battle with the devil I know his spiritual attacks;
Being more aware the devil will shoot you from the back,

I'll fight this heavenly battle with the Lord at my side;
No evil can hurt the Lord's holy ones; the Lord grants us pride.

In my weakness a lesson was learned as the Lord showed his power:
Be wise with the unholy; they're coming to an end only the Lord knows the hour,

Be brave and courageous as the battle grows fierce,
The arrows of the devil your spirit can't pierce.