Chasing an unseen hope on a path concealed,
Trusting the promise; to Your will I yield,
And if I am to perish in this fight,
Help me aim true, not cower in freight.
Remember I’m a stranger in a foreign land,
Even my heart is not mine, I’ve placed it in Your hand,
Steady my lips as they tremble with prayers,
Take my eyes off me and lose them in Your gaze.
If my life is but a breath, then inhale me deep,
So I can have my being inside You until I fall asleep.
I will not ask You to change my assigned lot,
Just help me recognize Your plan from the enemy’s plot.
Incline my heart to follow Your words,
Even if I end up like Elijah waiting on birds.
Don’t let me think I’m wise, lest the enemy best me,
Stay my tongue while he celebrates prematurely.
Sing me into a humble spirit when my flesh rebels,
Don’t let me search for water inside empty wells.
Don’t let me be enchanted by foreign lights,
Even if I must face the darkness many nights.
Trickle me grace from Your mercy until I breathe my last,
Even if on this journey I am to be an outcast,
If You’re with me I’ll fight until my hand on this sword will freeze,
And even then, I’ll fight Your battle on my knees.
By Cristina Pop
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