Some Kind Of Warrior

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