Hooves on the
Road the sound of armed men
Coming folly had
Lit a fire I did not
Start
Bread in my
Hands I knelt before the
Anger face to the
Ground with trembling as my
Shield
Not for my
Pride but for the lives be
Hind me I laid my
Words as gently as I could
Let wrath stand
Down and hear a broken woman's
Pleading
Let mercy
Win before the blade is
Drawn
What reckless
Hands could not undo through
Wisdom God turned the
Tide and kept the innocent
Whole
Words like soft
Rain upon a burning
Ember anger gave
Way when pride was not re
Turned
He blessed the
God who sent me at that
Moment and turned his
Horse away from blood and
Grief
Wisdom can
Stand where power bows in
Silence grace can dis
Arm what armies cannot stop
Let wrath stand
Down and hear a broken woman's
Pleading
Let mercy
Win before the blade is
Drawn
Through humble
Words God spared a house from
Ruin and raised the
Low to sit beside the
Throne
What sorrow
Pressed beneath a foolish
Household God did not
Leave unnoticed or unloved
The one who
Knelt in dust before the
Wrathful was lifted
Up and given greater ground
Let wrath stand
Down and hear a broken woman's
Pleading
Let mercy
Win before the blade is
Drawn
She who was
Held beneath another's
Failing God crowned her
Grace and called her to the
Light
God of the
Brave and those who kneel for
Others receive the
Ones whose wisdom serves Your
Peace
