11 For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.
Luke 2:11
I woke up this morning with a resounding noise in my head. I have struggled all day to let it out. Here it goes:
My Lord, I am before you. In Your presence, I have not the strength to stand. At Your feet, my face is plastered to the ground. My weapons are holstered. My stomach is sick. My callused hands grasp the train of Your robe. My bloody knuckles wipe the tears from face. My scars are many, and deep. For I have been in battle for my Saviour. He is the one I live for. He is the one I fight for. He is the one I will die for. The Way, the Truth, and the Life. He is the Alpha. Most remember the Lamb but, I serve the Lion. I am His chosen warrior. His voice comforts me. He tells me to rise. My heart begins to beat swiftly. I feel the warmth of my blood starting to flow. I am energized once again as I get up to my knees. Every muscle in me begins to flex and twitch as I stand before the Almighty. Now, at attention, I look up slightly and connect my eyes with the Maker. His light shines. He is all that is pure. He tells me to return to the war. To fight for all that is good. To stand for the innocent. To be the lover of good. And, that He will be joining me soon. "Yes Master," I reply. I kiss His hand. I turn and walk seven steps. Then, I run seven steps. By then, I have gained my speed and strength to fly back to where I am from.
I will do battle in the fields alone until the King of Kings meets me in the clouds. There we will ride together. His justice will be violent and swift. The deceiver will be defeated. Every knee will bow. All those that hadn't believed, will. The war will be over. And then, I will worship the Most High for the rest of eternity.
