Some Kind Of Warrior
Blood streaked and cut deep he lay
From wounds incurred along the way
Warring and fighting battles fierce
Beside the One with hands nail pierced
Not realizing how valiantly he had fought
Forgetting about the name he had sought
Yet she proclaimed it, but it went unheeded
God saving it for a time when it was needed
Are you some kind of warrior she asked
Performing the job that she had been tasked
This very morning recalling those words
That still small voice was quietly heard
Six years before you had asked Me your name
And three years after I made it plain
To you My timing may seem bizarre
But I call you Warrior, that’s who you are