LORD,
I place before you just myself.
I seek to see you only.
Others around me are suffering.
Is there nothing I can do?
Daughter, there is.
Continue to stay in my Presence.
You may bring others to my throne.
Yet, don't hold tightly to things around
They are easily lost.
LORD,
I would ask for angelic help
Go fight the battle that is waging.
To protect those that are in harm's way
And stop the enemy's pillaging.
Daughter, you know I will do this.
Others only need to ask me.
To rise up and be my sons and daughters
With the authority, I have already given.
LORD,
I stand right now as your daughter.
My crown upon my head and scepter in hand.
To the raging wars I speak and declare:
Remember who created you and for what purpose.
Peace Be Still!
"Daughter", said He and smiled,
You are my warrior child.
It is time to rest.
Now, sit and feast, yes, before the enemy.
It makes him mad, but nothing he can do.
You are in my place, with me.
Fully loved.
