Singing on the Battlefield

By now, many of you are aware that Lydia's MRI revealed worst case scenario. And almost a week later, I'm still in shock. God's been feeling very distant to me over the few last days. My anger built up to the point where I finally cried out to Him in the shower, asking if He even gave a shit about me or my precious baby for that matter. A few moments passed and my crying controlled, the word Battlefield crossed my mind. I thought it was kinda weird. Battlefield . . . Battlefield . . . I couldn't place why it sounded familiar to me. So I googled it and this popped up:

 

When I'm in over my head.

When I'm caught up and afraid,

And my strength is failing

In the presence of my foes

You anoint my head with oil,

'Til my cup's overflowing

You make me sing on the battlefield

You make me dance through these tears

You grace my heart to believe again

You make me sing on the battlefield

When I'm in over my head.

When I'm caught up and afraid,

And my strength is failing

In the presence of my foes

You anoint my head with oil,

'Til my cup's overflowing

You make me sing on the battlefield

You make me dance through these tears

You grace my heart to believe again

You make me sing on the battlefield

You make me...

You make me sing on the battlefield

You make me dance through these tears

You grace my heart to believe again

You make me sing on the battlefield

Arise! Shine! Arise! Shine!

For the glory of the Lord is risen on you

Arise! Shine! Arise! Shine!

For the glory of the Lord is risen on you

Arise! Shine! Arise! Shine!

For the glory of the Lord is risen on you

Arise! Shine! Arise! Shine!

For the glory of the Lord is risen on you

And I will sing on the battlefield

And I will dance through these tears

You grace my heart to believe again

And I will sing on the battlefield

Yeah

And I will sing on the battlefield

And I will dance through these tears

You grace my heart to believe again

And I will sing on the battlefield

Leaning, Leaning

Safe and secure from all alarm

Leaning, Leaning

Leaning on the everlasting arms

Leaning, Leaning

Safe and secure from all alarm

Leaning, Leaning

Leaning on the everlasting arms

Leaning, Leaning

Safe and secure from all alarm

Leaning, Leaning

Leaning on the everlasting arms

I'm leaning on my rock and my defender

I still don't feel like my faith has had this magical rebirth yet, but I do know God hears me. And this song is my battlecry.