Battle Cry of the Weak

A Poem

This little one, so frail and weak,
Oft afraid by life’s storms and fears,
So useless when viewed through the word’s eyes,
Yet You have claimed me as Yours through the years.

You build Your Kingdom through frail hands,
So it’s Your strength displayed and not mine,
This earthen vessel that holds Your life,
Lord, my will to Yours align.

So I am not afraid,
Insignificant though I am,
For it’s not my name I live for,
But that of Your pure, spotless Lamb.

So take this people divided,
Put Your spirit inside of our souls,
Send us out to declare Your salvation,
Touch our lips with Your holy coals.

To a dark world, send forth Your pure light,
To a lost world we carry Your fame,
Here we are, Lord, we ask You to send us,
For the glory of Your perfect name.