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The secret of praying is praying in secret.

-Leonard Ravenhill

Battle Weary

The battle rages all around,
as you travel out from town to town
Others can’t see nor do they know
the vicious onslaught of your foe.

You alone have eyes to see
the snarling face of your enemy.
Who seeks to wrestle to the ground
the one who’s come to take his crown.

The contest is a struggle fierce
that leaves you feeling you’ve been pierced.
But though you’re weary from the fight
You know your cause is just and right.

And as you stop to catch your breath
the owner of both hell and death
says to you, “Well done my friend,
a battle well fought, right to the end.

Receive my peace, and take your rest
and remember my child that you are blessed
To be a soldier that fights with me
tearing down strongholds, to set captives free.

You may feel bruised and battle worn,
but from the enemy crowns were torn.
My Spirit now is free to go
where evil once was in control.

No victories come without some blows
and every scratch your Father knows.
So rest your bruises with some ice
and Thank you for your sacrifice.”

Wayne Dillard

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  1. Linda
    December 29th, 2010 | #1

    Kathleen this poem Battle Weary mirrors my experience this year 2010. Thank you and God Bless you!

  2. Anna
    May 29th, 2010 | #2

    Sister Kathleen, We know that Wayne has laid his head on the lap of the one who has the true right to all crowns. Now his fighting is finished and he can rest with the true King. While he was with us God continued to give him wisdom and words to help ease our pain. He fought a good fight and may we continue to be inspired to fight the good fight. This poem is an inspiration to all of us. May you and your girls be blessed now and always.
    Love and peace, Anna

  3. Judy A. Chase
    September 17th, 2009 | #3

    Wayne,
    Thank you for sharing the Battle Weary Poem.. this ministered deep into my heart and spirit.
    I am feeling bruised and battle worn. Wayne, God used you to write these words.
    but from the enemy crowns were torn.
    My Spirit now is free to go
    where evil once was in control.

    I pray the blessing of our True and Living God to continue to pour His words into you to share with others. God Bless your ministry and the Blood of Jesus that protects you and your family. Amen.