I always called this 'Battle' (could be called Hope for Someday, I suppose)


When the song of morning broke into my life
I realized how deep the shadows were around me
I woke to a chance I never knew
A hope, a promise, a love
A reason, a mystery, an answer to my hidden fear
A beginning again in youth, despite summers gone

Cool winds lift my spirit off this troubled rock
And return again strong, light as a dream just born
Time stands ever still in that moment of awakening
Waters track furrows of grief across war-torn fields of battle
Though wounded, this warrior rises to salute the dawn
Marking an end to the night-fears, now alone in troubled silence

Tears of heaven mix with a soldier's grief of life,
Of love held then lost in a momentary conflict
Longing for rest outside the guilt and shame of loss
Then a flutter behind the armored breast stirs life inside anew
Hope rises, unbidden by this warrior's silenced soul
Golden veins of fire sear the earth, reflect the pattern of the sun

Wrapped in silken wings, a breath, a balm of mercy flows, fills
Releasing a mournful heart to song, a broken soul to triumph
Fused from promise, a heart now mine, a joy complete
That now gentle fire settles over these battle-weary shoulders
Giving rest, bringing freedom to the heart of this newborn babe
This tender soul rising to burn brightly from Heaven's star filled host