Crying Poem of a Warrior Princess

I confess, o Father King

I don't know hoe to be

Your daughter

Day and night

I shout the battlecry

Letting it resonate within

My Sword

Is daily sharpened

And the victories are claimed

By your matchless Name

But, as You

Call me back

To sit at Your feet

I rebel

Don't make me REST

Don't make me LISTEN

To Your gentle whispers

Of love and adoration

What is wrong with me?!

Why can't I figure

Out how to be a princess?

One who daily claims beauty

Daily seeks after my Prince with eagerness

Daily asks for calmness in heart

Abba, you're my Daddy

You desire me to soften,

To submit, to cry

To You

When I'm broken...

I confess

...I'm scared of being WEAK... (Biblical Combative Maneuver=2 Cor. 12:9!)

Lord, I need You

To remind me of how to

Be Your daughter,

A princess and heir

Teach me how to

Submit, soften, and serve

I long to love

I long to giggle

I long to be okay

With liking a boy

BUT!!!

Continue to remind me that

You know the way in which

I'm to go

Guide me and push me

To FOLLOW you

I pray for

Reckless communion with

Your Holy Spirit

Only You

Did I run away again?

I heard you callin'

My name

The world has appealed to me

So much lately and

I can't seem to

Steal myself

Away

Rescue me,

Jesus

Only you can save me

From the finer things

In life

I know you want

Me

In your arms

To stay

But I seem to

Crawl away

Again & again

So, whisper to me

Now

Your kind of

Love songs

Let me hear them now

Above the

Crowd

You are my Lord

You are my Lover

I desire to be

Satisfied only

By You

Let me love You

Even a quarter

Of how You love

Me

So, may I

Constantly pursue

Constantly return

Constantly desire

To escape,

To breathe,

To adore

Only You

Selah

Peering down the never ending road

Periodically gazing at

The baby blue skies

That surround

Reflecting upon the peace I have about the future

And exuding joy in the midst of battles

Knowing the quiet coming of victory

Is near

Craving fearlessness and

Desiring to recklessly abandon

Ordinary days and

Simple feelings of the supposedly

Necessary "senioritis" mindset

Where I am in life is

Where I would love to stay

This place of peace that

Allows storms to rage and

Scars to form

Yet the Lord is my Refuge

And I am learning about

The Living Truth of such

Words

I cannot comprehend

How such storms exist

Yet peace rains down

As sure as the conflicts do

I rejoice and cry out

SELAH

*selah: to weigh or measure; to let Truth rest and weigh upon your heart

What is it about rainy days that just send me into complete reflection and meditation?

The sound of raindrops hitting the pangs of glass PING!

The glide of those very drops down the windows of my house

The feel of the raindrops on my skin

The tingle even after they dissipate into the cold air

The need to dance in my bare feet with complete abandon

The way people look after the rain has ruined their perfect hair or faces

The way rain forces response of utter beauty or agony :)

The lessons I learn when I hear the rain drop on my feet

The feeling of His tears rest on my head

Tears of joy that His people are doing something in the world

Tears of sadness that we aren't bearing love with every movement of the

Hands, feet, and mouth

[sigh]

Rain may not give me life

But it'll sure push me to

Think about it a little more