each day passes
faster than the last
sighing, she wonders if she is up to the task
bowing her head in prayer
voicing the doubts aloud again
asking His strength down to send
putting on her armour,
facing the darkness, looking into the night
prepared to go, prepared to share the light
one step at a time, onward she goes
unsteady at first, but trusting in Him who knows
fear still grips her heart
but she must do her part
truth she has, truth she must share
she goes forward still, yes she dares
she wants to be a willing servant
even knowing that on her own she can't.
He has gone before her,
bringing grace, to a point that those she encounters are ready to believe
Jesus Christ may they recieve
He makes her strong,
and in His arms, after a day of service, does she belong.