For the constant battlers:
This is my war cry,
The cry of a veteran soldier;
Branded with fire-
You do not see my scars,
The tears and the pain you fail to see
That bloodied sword is mine
For I have had to use it
Not occasionally, but severally
Sweating and crying over my battles
Battles fought, battles won
I borrow a leaf from Paul
As I humbly say:
Henceforth, let no man or woman trouble me-
For I bear in my body, the marks of the Lord Jesus
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