Helplessness falls gracefully inside me,
Without folly I surrender myself.
Forgetting the inner soldier,
A gift from my Father.
Then all is silenced.
His word flows through me.
My shield and sword glorious in battle,
Slaughters helplessness and pushes it away.
So beaten and bruised is my soul.
Then I remember love,
That unwavering appetite to conquer all evil.
Love that is “pressed, shaken, and packed”,
Overflowing with the power to heal.
Beaten and bruised,
Defenseless and disastrous.
By Corey E. Martin