Warrior Girl

Mmm… You are faithful You were the first light in our little home, Tiny heart that wanted everyone close. When your food turned into a battlefield, It was your first taste of a narrower road. You prayed for a man who would love like Christ, Sermon spotlight and a hopeful ring. When the shadows tried to take his life, You held on tight, and you chose to sing. Every time the ground shakes under your feet, Heaven watches a warrior rise again. You face giants, you climb mountains, Hand in hand with the God who saves. When the world gets heavy, you stay grounded, Standing firm in amazing grace. Daughter, wife, sister, mother, Worship leader to a broken world, God sings louder over you, His warrior girl. When your best friend’s story ended too soon, You learned to worship with an aching heart. When the mold stole breath from your dream-home walls, You packed it all and made a new start. We watched the kids come to life again, Laughter filling up our crowded rooms. Three generations sharing life together, Love kept rising, breaking through the gloom. Every loss and every tear that fell Became a place where God Himself would dwell. You face giants, you climb mountains, Hand in hand with the God who saves. When the world gets heavy, you stay grounded, Standing firm in amazing grace. Daughter, wife, and loving mother, Worship leader to a broken world, God sings louder over you, His warrior girl. Then your little boy grew tired and pale, Numbers glowing on a midday screen. Type one words in an emergency room, Another valley you had never seen. Sirens in our chests as you rushed to care, Hospital lights and that familiar ache, Yet once again, you stood your ground and said, “I will not allow my boy to break.” Now you count the carbs like you count His grace, Packing courage in his backpack too. Through the needles and the sleepless checks, Jesus holds your boy just as He holds you. This is another mountain, not your first, not last, But you’ve never met a valley you and God can’t pass. When the giants come in heavy, trying to knock your faith around, You plant your feet in the name of Jesus, And they fall when your knees hit the ground. In the pantry, in the night watch, In the songs you raise, God is fighting for your family In a thousand quiet ways. You face giants, you climb mountains, And you never walk a step alone. Every scar and every midnight whisper Is a verse in the song He calls your own. Daughter, wife, and mother, Health defender in a hurting world, We are honored just to know you, Our miracle, our warrior girl. So when the next wave rises high again, And the path looks steep and hard to climb, Be assured we’re praying over you, Our God is always right on time. Mmm… warrior girl… God sings over you, His warrior girl…