my hands are covered in blood and oil and leaves

so these are letters from the battlefront.
sometimes the days are dark
and the victory, far off.

but in everything, our King,
Hislove endures
and His Blood won it all.

so I keep fighting.
I keep falling
deeper into Grace that I don't understand
and further into Rest
under His wing.

I take up His sword and He is my shield.
and I fight in the most efective way..
..

I worship.
With all that I am.