| The Warrior is a Child |
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Wounded in the Battle, He carries me in His arms. As we journey together, the trumpets sound alarm. Casting all my burdens and sharing all my cares; Leaning upon His shoulder, as he answers every prayer. Kneeling down before Him while basking in His love, Cherishing His presence - as to angels above. Reaching out to touch His hand, He puts His hand in mine. Ready for the next journey, with the LORD by my side. |
| © 2003 by Joyce C. Lock |
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