This morning my thoughts traveled along
To a place in my life where days have since gone
Beholding an image of what I used to be
As visions were stirred, God spoke to me

He showed me a Warrior, a soldier in place
Positioned by Heaven, yet I saw no face
I watched as the Warrior fought the enemy
That came from the darkness with destruction for me

I saw as the Warrior would dry away tears
As all of Heaven's Angels hovered so near
I saw many wounds on the Warrior's face
Yet weapons of warfare were firmly in place

I felt my heart weeping, my eyes held so much
As God let me feel the Warrior's prayer touch
I thought "how familiar" the words that were prayed
The prayers were like lightning that never would fade

I said to God "Please, the Warrior's name"
He gave no reply, he chose to refrain
I asked "Lord, who is broken, they need such prayer?"
He showed me an image of myself standing there