Raise Me

A song for the salvation of the wandering soul. If you want to know my story with Jesus, this is it. 

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Help me reach a righteous end

Where all my merit's naught;

Through this blessed trial bring

Through my battles fought. 

The sword I've sheathed for want of breath

I need a moment's rest. 

Troubled times my troubled soul

Equals none heavier weight on my chest. 

I'm sinking down, the armor taut

Around my shrinking form. 

I cannot bear the shiny guard,

Through my foreboding thunderstorm. 

There is a single aching scar

That I no longer feel.

It's solemn, peaceful presence dark

When not observed becomes unreal. 

None around can observe infirmities

Plaguing still my woeful soul; 

A smile I place atop my tomb

A body losing life to dim control. 

Candles, flowers, simple hopes

Bring the light among;

My darkness, torture, and deep affliction,

They sing me silent songs. 

The music whispers sweeter still, 

Speaks to my lonely eyes.

The beauty roundabout I see

A wayfarer's paradise. 

The courage simple sight can bring

My hand reaches to my belt. 

The sword is there, just where 'tis left,

The cold steel ever felt. 

I squeeze my eyes and shed the tears

Of what I do and will. 

For life, its cause and will to shake

I traverse onward still!

I ask for simple guidance 

As I carry all my ways,

Lord take my simple life in kind, 

And measure all my days. 

Jesus, Spirit, my Master, God!

Your likeness three in one. 

All with one sovereign purpose to

Draw back your wandering sons!

I've wandered painfully on and blind

To all the other ways;

I could learn from you and then

Live brighter, fuller days. 

If I must this battle fight

I do not do for me. 

Guide my sword and stay my mind,

Now I do it all...for Thee!

M. M.-