Wounded Soldier

She stumbles, battle worn, weary and bleeding.

No one is here, no one is heeding.

Her heart is broken, there's no one there

To share her burdens and cares.

She's won the victory,

Resisted Satan again.

But she hurts. She hurts.

                            

She's been left all alone, all by herself,

They thought she could do it herself.

She crumples from pain,

In her own blood she has lain.

She's ready to pass out,

Ready to give up.

And she hurts. She hurts.

She lifts her voice and cries,

Maybe before she dies,

Someone will hear her plea

And her need will see.

Alas, she's in a closed room.

Who can hear?

Still she hurts. She hurts.

Blackness begins to envelope her.

Wait, listen, now she's sure,

Or is she? Did she really hear

Footsteps coming quite near?

The door is opening

And it's HIM!

And she bows. She bows.

Her Lord has come! He's COME!

She finds some strength, only some,

And falls at His feet.

His hand reaches down, His touch is sweet.

She knows she failed,

She should have praised.

And she weeps. She weeps.

"I should have praised your coming,

Lifted my voice with singing.

I know you would never leave me,

Never forsake me.

Please grant me Your forgiveness,

And please, I hurt so bad!"

And she asks. She asks.

"Lord, will you heal my wounds?"

She remembered His wounds,

The ones He bore for her.

She knows He understands for sure.

She looks into His Face,

And sees His love.

And she knows. She knows.

She knows He's forgiven her misdeed,

And that He always heeds

Her every cry,

And she need not be shy

Nor afraid of being turned away.

She knows she's loved.

Oh she's loved! She's loved.

He takes her by the hand,

He helps her to stand,

He lifts her into His arms,

Safe from all harms.

He holds her tight,

And carries her through.

And she's held. She's held.

At long last, One who fully understands.

Strong are the Hands

That hold her tight and sure

While He gently tells her

Of Love and kindness

Of forgiveness and Grace.

So she loves. She loves.

Her wounds are not yet healed,

But her heart is sealed

Sealed for the One she loves.

She forgives and loves,

While she obeys her Lord,

Her heart He heals.

And she LIVES! She lives.

K. Ann Critchfield