GLORY BORN
Under the angels care I came.
Descending glory burning bright.
Yet, 'Why?' My voice speaks out again,
'Why did I choose to pick this fight?'
Of weapons heart and mind and might.
The veil drawn tight, the victors prize
Seems out of reach and almost gone.
Until unfolding truth revives
Through woven turns where life belongs;
My way is found through heaven’s song.
Heard rising up, a covenant
Made in a Holy home on high
Of which I was a supplicant
Recalls the sacred warrior cry
'I'll not draw back! I won't deny!'
But life on earth can overwhelm,
And burdens feel like crushing blows.
Fierce battles fought in spirits realm,
To understand and learn and grow
The enemy I face, I know.
Placed here to serve and prove my worth,
Each time I rise, I’m beaten down.
I’m swinging wide the swords full girth.
With dented armor on my brow,
Which battle am I fighting now?
I long to find the peace I've known.
Made still, I listen through the storm.
Revealing will unlike my own.
Until I'm broken, molded, formed,
In His true image, glory born.
2014 Nancy Busby
