August 7, 2008

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    deborah 

    Woman Warrior

    Deborah’s Song

     

    I march onward with a fragile face,

    Knowing that my God has carved me in this place.

    To the world—a woman—weak and soft.

    To my God—a vessel—a precious gem he has taught.

    My long hair, unlikely, flutters in the wind.

    But, I know it was me that my God did send.

    Feet fastened and secure, I will march with God by my side.

    I am confident and at ease for he is my pride!

    A banner I fly in sheer purple supreme.

    Our trouble and affliction has not gone unseen.

    So, I will stand in the twilight and shine his will.

    I will kneel in the background and wait on him still.

    My shield of faith protects me.

    Arrows pass, clouds surround all I see.

    I smell the stench of rusty blood,

    It engulfs my senses like a flood.

    Swords clash against steel.

    This battle is authentic—it’s real.

    My lips, rosy and ready, are parted with wonder.

    My God has ravished my enemies. He has taken their plunder.

    My feet follow his anointing. He conquerors evil for me.

    In Christ, I am the woman he has made me to be.

     

    Kimi Willingham

     

    Judges 5: 10-11

    My heart is with Israel's princes,
           with the willing volunteers among the people.
           Praise the LORD!

    You who ride on white donkeys,
           sitting on your saddle blankets,
           and you who walk along the road,
           consider the voice of the singers at the watering places.
           They recite the righteous acts of the LORD,
           the righteous acts of his warriors in Israel. 
           Then the people of the LORD
           went down to the city gates.