Mars
in the Morning
(A
Prayer)
In
the predawn hours
As the first thought rises,
Mars in the morning shines
Onto compromises
The king after God's own heart
Cries "rescue" from an enemy;
And his bright Morning Star
Washes him with new mercy
This soul of mine is betrayed,
Not by how others sin
Or from graying battle lines
But, by my enemy within
Blind in this invisible war
Many times without warning;
Please, protect me from myself,
For I am Mars in the morning
As the first thought rises,
Mars in the morning shines
Onto compromises
The king after God's own heart
Cries "rescue" from an enemy;
And his bright Morning Star
Washes him with new mercy
This soul of mine is betrayed,
Not by how others sin
Or from graying battle lines
But, by my enemy within
Blind in this invisible war
Many times without warning;
Please, protect me from myself,
For I am Mars in the morning
~