I sit, perched on the wall,
Dreaming of things to come,
Outwardly unseeing as my inner eyes take over.
The battlefield in front of me
Lies littered with casualties of an unseen war
While the afternoon sun shines brightly
Over a city unaware.
People go about their days
Consumed with the details of life as they know it,
Blind to this unseen realm, yet
Crippled on the inside–emotionally, spiritually.
A deep sadness shadows my heart, but
With vision and purpose I can move again–
Standing, walking, praying as I pace the wall.
As Your Spirit leads, I cry out,
“Freedom!”
Raise up Your warriors again, O God.
Reach in with Your mighty, healing hand.
Send Your heavenly armies to break down enemy barriers.
Uncap the wells, Holy Spirit, and
Let Your fountains flow freely
Watering our thirsty ground.

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