I am not a little girl in a flower dress anymore.
I am a big girl, and I wear big shoes
And sometimes reading glasses.
I am hurting inside
But I go on forward
In this fortress,
In this fortress near Damascus Gate.
I am fighting a battle no one can understand
I am fighting a battle across time and space
I am fighting a war against pride and prejudice,
Against country and birth,
Against demons of hate,
And I am in this fortress,
That was built before I was born.
I chase the darkness away.
I stand in the gap
I stand, and yet I am falling.
But You pick me up again.
You fill my cup again.
There is only One that can cross space and time,
There is only One who is forever mine.
I am fighting this battle no one sees.
I am fighting this battle on my knees
Far away from those I love
Far away
The quiet is like a sword.
The noise of children,
The sounds of barking,
The sounds of my name being called,
"Mommy, mommy,"
I remember, and I long to hear.
But time and space separate me
I feel forgotten,
I feel forgotten.
But tomorrow brings hope that springs to life
That my children will come back home
That my man will find me here and somehow, somewhere, together
We will join in song and dance upon injustice,
For the lives of our children,
For the lives of our children.
We will dance,
We will sing,
We will offer up this cry inside
Until these bones come alive
And all is forgiven, and all is forgotten,
Until our enemies become our friends,
Until our wounds disappear,
And we can hug the one who made us ashamed.
The one who said we would never succeed,
The one who refused to see the good and believe,
That God had placed us here on Earth,
For such a time as this,
For such a place as this,
To breathe hope to those who lost their way,
To breathe life into those who are hanging on by a thread.
Hungry eyes all around
But at times, we feel only our own pain.
Father's Eyes, let me see how You want me to be,
To love the untouchable and to reach the unreachable.
I may be surrounded by this tower,
But you have called me at this hour,
To look past my own pain
By the power of Jesus' name,
And restore the ancient dwelling places
And breathe life into these ancient stones,
So that the church can go on singing a heavenly song,
So that the daughter of Jerusalem can be
Not afraid,
Not ashamed,
Not rejected,
But deeply know You adore
Those who call upon You, Lord.
24/06/2023
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