The March of the Unqualified

You're broken, yea you know it.
You're losing hope and they begin to notice.
Eyes watch as your smile fades
into the shadow that still lingers.
You're losing strength and you can feel it.
Things aren't the same and they can tell.
You want to let it all go and fall...
this time not on your knees, but on your face.
You beg for freedom
but this still has you bound.

They wonder where your smile has gone;
others question, "Where is your God?"
but they can't hear when your Lord whispers,
"..as I was with Moses, so I will be with thee:
I will not fail thee nor forsake thee."

Don't be discouraged,
don't you know that we're Soldiers!
Though broken, torn and weary, we NEVER stop marching;
for we march not to the beat of this world,
but to the beat of Eternal Hope.

March on little soldier,
I'll hold your hand...just like you held mine.
Lift your head brave soldier,
& remember your words to me,
"The Anchor holds, though the ship is battered.
I know it's hard, but God is able."

March on dear soldier,
for this is not the end.
God hears your cry..
but this is bigger than you.

Hang on dear soldier,
you MUST survive,
so another success story can be told
& our Lord be glorified!



Dedicated to O.J
Love you my fellow sister in Christ