The God of Angel Armies

I have been struggling financially with school for a while and I finally found out today that my prayers were answered, because my school was going to work with me and I will be able to attend next semester. I can't tell you how grateful I am to the Lord who is always by my side. The song "The God of Angel Armies" playing on the radio recently has really been helping me get through this tough time and so I wanted to write a poem about it.

The God of Angel Armies

In this life I get so confused,

Turned around and I am distraught,

About which path I should choose.

This one looks smooth going, but there may be a mountain around that bend.

That one looks rough, 

But it may be leading to a valley at the end.

Which way do I turn...where do I go?

I feel so alone and so rejected.

Lord, where are You and why don't You show?

And so I hang my head in despair

For I feel as if alone I really am...

How can God be truly there?

I didn't realize I kept looking for the loud,

The thunder, the lightening and for His power abundant to show

All mighty and proud.

But it's not in the loud that He is found.

Rather, the still small voice.

And in the quiet I finally hear that glorious sound.

Like an internal voice, deep within my soul

He calls out to me gently and softly

Reassuring me of His presence and promising to make me whole. 

I am beat down on every side,

My adversaries are so many.

I feel like I want to run and hide.

Arrows thrown at me right and left

Lies are flung, deception is tossed

This stealing of my joy is no more than theft. 

But alas the arrows are not allowed to pierce

For the Light of Truth has sent His angels

To guard me and they are mighty and fierce.

They catch the lies and throw away the deception.

They struggle for my joy on my behalf.

They fight for me because God and I have a connection.

The connecting piece to me and God is the Savior of the earth

Jesus Christ, the Prince of Peace,

Who came for me by way of a virgin birth.

He fought for me, to cleanse my sin

By hanging on a cross

And as He committed Himself to death- to eternal life I am allowed to enter in.

So crazy as this life may get and as hard as it may be

I should never ever forget

That I serve the God of angel armies who are always watching over me.

Purchased with His blood,

Made true by His resurrected life.

His grace and mercy wash over me like a flood.

That's the God I serve-

The one whom I call Lord

And I can trust in Him even though I don't know what's beyond that curve.