Sometimes and most of the time

Sometimes it's hard to look at who I was, and then tell her that she isn't allowed to exist anymore. But then I put my eyes on Him, and without words, she's gone and I do not miss her.

Sometimes it's hard to tell who I am that it's okay to make mistakes; because in the Army of the Lord the battle doesn't stop for anyone.

Sometimes it's hard to tell who I'll be that I'll get there sooner than I think. Because it's a scary thing, walking blindly into an un-touched battlefield with un-moved enemies and an unprepared army. But then I see Jesus going there ahead of me, saying 'Follow me'. And I drop everything with eyes fixated on the radiating light.