Never In Battle Alone By Tammy Nicole Glover

It feels like the battle will never end.
Attack after Attack
Blow after Blow
I fall down, weary.
Is there anyone that can help me?
Does anyone see me?

I look to my right and see my comrade on the ground.
Blinded by swollen eyes, they still flail their sword at the enemy.
I want to help but I can’t stand,
Too battered and bruised to even shout.

I look to my left and see another soldier, torn to pieces.
The enemy standing over them, 
Still bloodthirsty and lusting for their next prey,
Their eyes greedily search.
I silently pray they don’t see me.
But they do.

Snarling and growling, they stalk towards me. 
This is the end.
My battle is finally over.
I have lost. 
The enemy inches closer and closer.
There is no need for them to rush, 
They know they have their prey.
I close my eyes and wait to feel their teeth sink inside my flesh,
Instead, I hear a voice say, “the battle is not over.
Open your eyes.”

I see bursts of light piercing the darkness.
A multitude of angels stand before me.
The enemy cringes with fear.
“Pick up your sword and fight, soldier,” the voice says.

I feel my strength renewed. 
I shall live and not die, for the Lord has seen me.
He has heard my cry.
I pick up my sword and shield and charge, 
Shouting the battle cry,
JESUS IS LORD!

“Fear not: for they that be with us are more than they that be with them. And Elisha prayed, and said, Lord, I pray thee, open his eyes, that he may see. And the Lord opened the eyes of the young man; and he saw: and behold, the mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire round about Elisha.” 2 Kings 6:16-17 KJV