And Protect Me

At the front lines
A sword in my hand
Right in the midst
Of the enemy’s land.
Stepping forward
My eyes straight ahead
I know where God wants me
I heard what He said.
The weapon is poised
Don’t know what’s in store
But I’m ready to fight
In this spiritual war.
This is the moment.
I turn to be sure
My army’s behind me
Just as they were.
But what do I see?
I should have known.
I don’t have an army now
I am alone.
With ten thousand men
Showing dismay
I drop to my knees in the dirt
And pray:
“Do something . . .
Take out your sword and protect me
I’m living to see His smile
Throughout all of eternity.”