I dream of battles never fought on fields of earth
or commemorated with plaques and
books.
Awake I pray and serve and love.
But at night I dream
and wield my sword against the
night
and that which has captured mankind’s
soul
and kept it dark, and blind and
cold.
I dream and fight, and dream and fight…
I am the shield, the spy, the go getter.
Sometimes a hero, sometimes unheeded,
always unseen, but never dissuaded.
I am happy to remain unnamed.
to serve beneath my royal title.
A messenger, an armor bearer,
yet first to run into the battle.
I dream and fight, and dream and fight…
The light inside me is not dimmed
by fear or threat or accusation.
I am not slowed by hesitation.
I know who I am though I am unknown
by all but one.
And it is His name I take for my own.
His reward I fight for.
I dream and fight, and dream and fight…
Until I lead some captured soul
from ever dark
to eternal light.
The land where freedom was hard won
by His spilled blood and life laid
down.
And they can feel the light of the sun
for the first time.
And then I catch my breath…
I rest.
The Sun on my face.
His oil on my hurt.
His banquet feeding my soul.
I feast on Him
Until I am strong again.
Then I return.
And I dream and fight, and dream and fight…
…I dream of the day when all will be light.
