The Warrior is a Child

When my Christian friends and churchmates talk of me, they say things like: "Yang si Zion, spiritually mature"; "strong in the faith yan"; "malakas Kay Lord". My best friend at school told me once: "Buti ka pa, lakas ng faith mo, tatag mo". Even my tribe mates last camp view me as a strong leader and my sisters often complain that I'm an authoritarian "daw"!

Huwell, that's how they see me. I see myself quite the opposite. Ayoko sanang magdrama dito (because the truth is, sa harap ng Diyos ko lang talaga ako umiiyak) but I want to make this known because. . .

They don't know that I come running home when I fall down

They don't know who picks me up when no one is around

I drop my sword and C.R.Y. for just a while

'Coz deep inside this armor, the warrior is a child

That's who I am-a weak child, a crier, a sobber, a Christian and . . .

When I say I'm a Christian, I'm not saying I'm perfect,

I'm wretched, that's why I need a Savior

I'm poor, that's why I need a Provider

I'm weak, that's why I need Jesus

I will boast of one thing though, and I will boast about this with all my heart. I boast of God's Grace in me, His unconditional mercy and love, His patience and faithfulness in me, not because of who I am, but because of what He's done, not because of what I've done, but because of who He is! At dahil jan, I will gladly boast of my weaknesses!