When my body is stricken with disease, I’ll soldier on.
When the odds are against me, I’ll soldier on.
When all of my friends have left my side, I’ll soldier on.
When I am wanted dead because of my faith, I’ll soldier on.
If I have to decide between killing or being killed, I’ll soldier on.
When my most intimate hopes are stripped away, I’ll soldier on.
When I am rejected because I don’t fit a status quo, I’ll soldier on.
When there are no companions on my chosen path, I’ll soldier on.
I do not soldier on because I have to, but because I choose to.
An ungodly whisper says “abandon God and protect yourself from future hurt.”
But I know that God strengthens my faith in him through it.
I know that my cries and desperate prayers are not unheard, even though it may not seem so at the time.
When there are fewer of my answers, there is more of his spoken directions.
When there is less of my human ways, there is more of his love and might.
It is through these times that I am being strengthened for the next opposition.
By this I am not blindly denying my own worries and fears,
But I’m believing that the same power that conquered the grave lives in me and loves me as a child.
Ryan :Lane 2010