On the Shoulders of Mighty Men

I am standing on the shoulders of the faith of mighty men,

Those who stood their ground for over 2000 years.

My faith is an ancient one; for God is the Ancient of Days.

I look around at my life, the cycle of everyday life.

Some call it monotony, I call it rhythm.

A rhythm that has sustained me all my life;

The beat that produces its sound by the faithfulness of God.

His Story renews my history; His Story guides my future.

In the One Whom past, present, and future are held,

I offer my life to Him on a silver platter.

I offer my life to Him as a living sacrifice.

Indeed, He is the Potter, and I am His clay.

He molds me into a more perfect reflection of His Image.

And one day, as I become who He’s making, a mighty woman of valor,

Someone else will borrow my shoulders.

For the Lord will always have a remnant, those who hold on to His Word.

And when Jesus returns, He will find faith on Earth.