Relief as it is: fleeting but sweet,
at the chance to know Heaven in the only way unveilable, it seems.
This was never a question for you, really how could it be,
you are presently salvation’s promise and guarantee.
You spend your nights on battlefields I shall never see,
but that goes without saying each time we meet.
I ask not of God, He is borne in every word you speak,
instead I look to myself to catch how He has germinated in me.
