When I fell

Wounded in battle,

There was no glory

For the noble cause.

No Lord, where is the glory,

The glory due Your holy Name?

You are the glory of my rising,

You are the glory of my fall.

Flat on my face, where is the glory?

Only in Jesus nail-marked hands

Only in Jesus nail-scarred feet

Draped over with a woman's hair,

Anointed with her fiery tears -

You are the glory of my all.

(by Sarah M.)