me as a warrior

tonight as the hour hand nears twelve
and the lightning bugs shine like stars
she lies eyes wide open
hands clasped around the pages of her Bible
whispering prayers that rise like the smoke of incense
to the throne of God above
does she dare say He hears her?
day after day
night after night
these are her weapons
this book and these words she speaks
she will fight this battle to the end
because the war is already won
these are the nights when she cannot sleep
but these are the nights when she knows she is loved
tonight she knows He hears her pleading
tonight she knows He listens
tonight she knows God is not far away
but draws ever nearer to her