Saved by grace, redeemed by love, reclaimed by the hands that made them beautiful.
Dimly lit in candlelight, my room becomes a prayer chamber as the world outside grows dark. By the window, on my hands and knees, I enter the war. Quietly I step onto the battle field with no weapons in my hands, only the words upon my lips that I speak barely above my breath, and yet they rise to be heard in the highest places of Heaven. My room fills up with your presence and my body overflows with your Spirit. Before me my fears begin to fade as I step to the front lines. Facing the enemy, it’s your courage that advances my feet and steadies my march. The opposition begins to fall. At the sight of me, they drop to their knees, some in submission, some in forgiveness, and others fighting your light emanating from my heart. These are the ones I pray for the hardest. “Lord, receive them as you did me, for they know not what they do.” Their souls begin to rise with the prayers being sent up. Saved by grace, redeemed by love, reclaimed by the hands that made them beautiful. My eyes open as my prayers draw to a close for the night. My heart for you, Lord, and the souls of the lost burn on like the flame of the bedroom candle.