With those who contend with me;
Fight against those
Who fight against me.
Won’t you be the most powerful voice
Singing to me in my sleep
In the night and in the day
As I find these ditches to leap?
Won’t you show me how to wrap my hands
Around the pocketknife of grace,
The blade of freedom that reflects
Like a bright reminder of this race?
Won’t you take up shield and buckler
And arise to come to my aid—
And I don’t underestimate it;
I don’t underestimate the price you paid.
The spear that was stuck into his side
To show us the blessing of the price
Holds nothing to the spear I’m asking for
As I attempt to learn the meaning of sacrifice.
And I just long to know,
I just long to be sure,
I just long to hear it—
Father, won’t you say it?
Tell my soul,
“I am your salvation.”
And then I will rest.
And now my prayer is complete.
