The Princess & the Warrior

The warrior runs deep
she lives within my veins
the power she wields
comes only through your Name.

Now you are asking me
to lay her aside
relinquish my sword
surrender my helm.

Yet I wonder why?
Why did you create her,
train her,
use her.

Was I only your warrior
for one short season?

The princess is
a concept so foreign to me
as your child I'd rather run wild
and be free.

How to be both
right now I cannot see.

At last I understand
it was through victory
I hoped you would
accept me.

Yet all the while you were asking,
"Dear child, please come to me,
find rest and peace, abide in me,
and simply be....

...be the woman I intended you to be
from the very dawn of eternity."

So Lord, I make this promise
as true as it can be
that by your grace alone
a princess will this warrior be.

Faith Endures Through Seasons

As winter thaws with spring’s light
And summer sets the test
Autumn cools the summer burn
And winter lets us rest

The pattern set
With holy hand
Earth spinning
At God’s command

Frost gives way to glory’s rays
And heat refines the pilgrim way
Autumn brings a harvest rich
And winter makes us blessed

The pattern set
With holy hand
Earth spinning
At God’s command

Spring again comes full of light
Followed by summer’s blight
Autumn begins the cooling night
And winter covers all in white

The Rose

The rose is near unfolded
Only the last petals remaining
Concealing a sacred treasure deep inside

This rose’s beauty
Lies in its fragile imperfection
With scars that only come through living

And the richness of its color
Not the innocence of pink
Or the passion of red
But of both colors an equal blend

Even as I watch
The last few petals unfold
Allowing me to catch a glimpse
Of glory long untold

And then I realize
That I am this rose

The Path From Hell

My heart says yes
My head says no
and I'm left wondering
which way to go.

Faith is evidence
of things unseen
but to this reality
what does it all mean?

I stand here waiting
for a clear sign to appear
listening in silence
His voice to hear.

Maybe he will tell me
what it is I'm to be
or maybe he is leaving
my destiny up to me.

Which is wiser
I cannot tell
All I know is I must
follow closely, follow well.

Who knows?
Perhaps time will tell
my heart and head
which path leads from hell.