a.m.bushed (downed - but not out)

Morning finds me in the ashes and embers

Defeated in battle the night before

Wandering defenseless through the battleground

An ambush in the darkness

And I’m knocked down once more

My mind’s been well trained knowing all the defenses

I’ve been well schooled to know the battle plan

But ideas on paper and real war greatly differ

At the enemy’s first charge

I dropped my weapons and I ran

Sweeping down all around me the midnight riders charge

They hit me hard I’m wounded and they’re gone

Struggling to get up I must keep moving forward

Until my Champion

With my victory comes

There’s no chance by myself the enemy’s too strong

Fighting alone I would surely die

Yet deep in my spirit I know I’ll overcome

Because the Champion of God’s Kingdom

Fights by my side

I lift up mine eyes unto the hills

From whence cometh my help?

I lift up mine eyes unto the hills

From whence cometh my help?

I lift up mine eyes unto the hills

From whence cometh my help?

“My help comes from the Lord . . .”

Psalm 121:1-2

Benched