The Warrior is a Child

Today is the first day that I have felt as if a good cry will make it all better. Oh, nothing drastic is wrong, just different. My phone card I bought in Accra wasn't registered even though they took all the information. So, I haven't been able to use it. The phone I bought in Wa won't charge, so I need to go back to Wa and see about replacing it. The man that put the curtain rails (rods) up, took a chunk of cement out of the wall. The cover for the trap door in the storage room ceiling is nowhere to be found. There is dust & spiders & spider webs everywhere. I'm not sleeping well because of the heat...and so goes my story of "woe." But, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. I feel like the person who Twila Paris describes in her song, "The Warrior is a Child." Read on...

Lately I've been winning battles left and right.
But even winners can get wounded in the fight.
People say that I'm amazing,
Strong beyond my years.
But they don't see inside of me,
I'm hiding all the tears

They don't know that I go running home when I fall down.
They don't know Who picks me up when no one is around.
I drop my sword and cry for just a while.
'Cause deep inside this armor
The warrior is a child.

Unafraid because His armor is the best.
But even soldiers need a quiet place to rest.
People say that I'm amazing,
Never face retreat.
But they don't see the enemies
That lay me at His feet.

They don't know that I go running home when I fall down.
They don't know Who picks me up when no one is around.
I drop my sword and cry for just a while,
'Cause deep inside this armor
The warrior is a child.

They don't know that I go running home when I fall down.
They don't know Who picks me up when no one is around.
I drop my sword and look up for a smile,
'Cause deep inside this armor,
Deep inside this armor,
Deep inside this armor,
The Warrior is a Child.