The Warrior is a Child

by Twila Paris

Lately I’ve been winnin’ battles left and right.
But even winners can get wounded in the fight.
People say that I’m amazin’, strong beyond my years;
They don’t see inside of me--I’m hidin’ all the tears.

They don’t know that I go runnin’ 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 awhile--
‘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;
They don’t see the enemy can lay me at His feet.

They don’t know that I go runnin’ 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 awhile--
‘Cause deep inside this armor, the warrior is a child.