To a place in my life where days have since gone
Beholding an image of what I used to be
As visions were stirred, and God spoke to me
He showed me a Warrior, a soldier in place
Positioned by Heaven, yet I saw not the face
I watched as the Warrior fought enemies
That came from the darkness with destruction for me
I saw as the Warrior would dry away tears
As all of Heaven's Angels hovered so near
I saw many wounds on the Warrior's face
Yet weapons of warfare were firmly in place
I felt my heart weeping, my eyes held so much
As God let me feel the Warrior's prayer touched
I thought "how familiar" the words that were prayed
The prayers were like lightning that never would fade
I said to God, "Please, the Warrior's name?"
He gave no reply; he chose to refrain.
I asked, "Lord, who is broken that they need such prayer?"
He showed me an image of myself standing there.
Bound by confusion, lost and alone,
I felt prayers of the Warrior carry me home.
I asked, "Please show me, Lord, this Warrior so true"
I watched and I wept, for Mother...
the Warrior was you!
1993 Larry S. Clark
In Honor of my Mother
Royal Heir
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