Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Galatians 6:9

Weary?

Weary of the battle?
Weary of the scorn?
Weary of the cynical looks?
Weary of anger?
Weary of the thorns?
Weary of being marginalized?
Weary of being shunned?
Weary of being humiliated?
Weary of being in the midst of the battle?
Weary of kindness always being flipped
around as being wrong?
Weary of the fiery darts
of the devil from people all around?
Weary of the world always recognizing its own?
Weary of the storm?
Weary of blame?
Weary of  jealousy?

Soldier of the cross,
Follower of the Lamb
Child of the Most High God.

Hold on to the Savior King!
Look unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith
Wait upon the King of Kings,
Dwell and inhabit His word,
Run to the throne room of the King of Kings
Whose greatest delight is You,
Child of the Most High God,
And He will give us His royal golden eagle wings
So that we can soar above it all,
So that we can renew our strength with His,
So that we can exchange our weakness
With His omnipotent strength,
So that His strength becomes our song
As we soar high above
Mountains, valleys, desserts,
And storms!

Hold on!
Soldier of the Cross,
Follower of the Lamb,
For weariness is a badge of honor
To all those who are in genuine pursuit of
Christlikeness,
Righteousness,
Peace,
Purity,
And love!

Hold on Soldier of the Cross,
Follower of the Lamb,
For when in pursuit of Christ
The enemy is in pursuit of you
To discourage,
To defeat,
To disallusion,
To destroy.

But is not the way up for the Soldier of the Cross
When down upon our knees in bold and fervent praise and prayer?
For is this not the victorious posture the enemy cannot bear?
Pray and worship
Soldier of the Cross,
Follower of the Lamb.
Hold on Soldier of the Cross,
Follower of the Lamb!
For victory is yours
Because of the blood of the Lamb.
For He alone takes away the sins of the world,
For He alone gives the gift of salvation and makes all things new.
For He alone in the midst of a battle, gives
the weary wounded warrior
Wings like eagles,
And eyes of faith to see
This world is not our home!

By: Debbie Harris