Battleground
Darkness chases me
From an ancient enemy
Hot breath behind
On my neck
Running I scream
For someone to protect
My heart
I labor, I pant, I moan
Pain, terror fills the air
Eyes closed from fear
I crash into your chest
You stroke my hair
Embrace, folding me
Into the gentle nest
Of your heart
Your light explodes
Filling my orphan’s world
Making up for my lacks
Of home, family
Giving me yourself,
Lord Christ,
And our joyful ecstasy!
SoulSails 