The Grind

In the Morning, I sing your praises

Your Word is  food for the day

You cover me with your Spirit

Armour and Sword to protect and fight

With zeal I enter the battle

Stuck down, confused, lost

Who is my brother, 
Who is my enemy?

Where are the battle lines?

Where is Your banner?

Am I aiding in this fight?

Am I even fighting?

All is a blur

Have I killed my friend?

Or helped my foe?

I do not know...

I return weak and wounded

Am I making a difference?

Should I continue in this war?

Give me eyes to see.

Show me the errors of this days

Make all clear

Forgive my faults

Mercy

You heal wounds

Give rest

Calm fears

Hope for the Morning