The Battle Cry of A Saint

What is the purpose of this life of faith, Lord? What gain is there in worshipping You? We face family struggles, life-threatening issues, and goals that seem forever unmet. Our hope feels distant, like a flame flickering in the wind. Yet, in the midst of all this, You ask us to worship You — to remain faithful even when life seems unbearably hard.

We are torn between two worlds: the first, to trust that You truly care for us — a trust that demands self-denial and surrendering our ambitions; the second, to live as though no one is coming to save us from the painful consequences of hardship. We see those who reject You prosper — the ungodly thrive without bowing their heads in prayer. The rich flaunt their wealth like gods, and here we are — clothed in sack clothes , lifting holy hands, bent on our knees, with tears streaming down our faces.

We have been mocked, ridiculed because we trust in You. We have seen those who served You faithfully live simple lives and die quietly, their deaths feeding the mockery of unbelievers who claim righteousness is pointless. The wicked often escape justice, and righteousness seems to carry no earthly reward. We are ruled by the cruel, commanded by the ungodly, and judged by the unruly. We labor under the authority of those who neither fear You nor regard Your ways.

The church is mocked as a refuge for the weak — a gathering of those too poor to chase their desires or too broken to satisfy their lusts. And when these same people find success, the church becomes a burden,as though You have no power to make men prosper or satisfy the soul.

Our governments do not fear You, nor do they respect anything that represents You. We only hear stories of Your mighty acts in the Old Testament — of rivers turning to blood, plagues of frogs, and swarms of locusts. Why then do Pharaohs still reign as though there is no God who sustains the very breath of life?

Yet Lord, permit me to speak. Forgive me if I sound like a spoiled child begging for more than my share. Permit me, Lord, to speak boldly yet humbly. You gave me a brain, and so I think; you gave me eyes, and so I have observed; you gave me sense, and so I have perceived. Yet, Lord, my heart is not glad-what I have seen leaves me deeply troubled. Those who love You with all their hearts are persecuted and mocked, faith appears unrewarded and wealth seems like the opposite of holiness.

But Lord,there is an army — waiting and worshipping — standing by for deployment. We are eager to show this world that the One who rules the heavens with power is our God. We are tired of speaking about Your might without tangible evidence to prove it. We are like toothless bulldogs — loud but powerless.

Lord, we are tired of endless debates with Baal’s followers. Send fire upon this watered-down altar, so that this generation may know that You alone are God. The Goliaths of today have mocked and insulted Your holy name. But we are ready — swords drawn, arrows nocked — waiting only for Your command. Show the world that You are not only a loving Father but also a mighty Warrior, a Captain of hosts.

Some of Your people are listening to the voice of Baal. They are being deceived, told that there is no reward in staying faithful to You. Some have left, tired of waiting for Your return. Others are wavering, unsure whether to stay faithful or abandon the path.

Lord, show up in Your power and elegance. Let governments tremble as they did in Daniel’s time. Let the powerful bow before You as they did in Joseph’s day. Let nations quake as they did when You parted the Red Sea. Let proud hearts fall as the walls of Jericho crumbled at Your command. Show Yourself mighty in this generation — let it be known that You are God, and always will be. Let all proclaim that Christ is King.

As we wait, Lord, we. will continue polishing the breastplate of righteousness, we will gird our waists with the belt of truth and strap our feet with the Gospel of peace- carrying your message wherever we go ,we will raise the protective shield of faith — quenching every fiery dart of the wicked. Upon our heads, we will place the helmet of salvation, guarding our minds with the assurance of eternal life. And in our hands, we will wield the sword of the Spirit — sharp, powerful, and relentless — cutting through falsehoods and breaking chains with the undeniable truth of Your Word.

O righteous one, hold on just a little longer — the King is coming with royal rewards. O prince who seeks God, your seeking is not in vain. O princess who has kept herself pure, your King is coming — do not be swayed by the seductive words of this world. He is coming, and you will be rewarded — not only in the life to come but in this present life as well.

Set your house in order, O mockers — the King is coming in glory and fullness.

Prepare your baskets, you who are faithful. Expand your storehouses, build another and yet another — for your Beloved is coming.

O Lord, my time is up. Thank You for granting me audience in Your court. Thank You for letting me speak.

May You reign forever, O King. Amen.