The gift of grace increases as the struggle increases.
(St. Rose of Lima)

The struggle is increasing.  In blackened night, we light Christian lamps.
Loved ones are ensnared, captured by evil camps.
Land mines all around us.  Things are now exploding,
We cling to truth, while in our midst, it seems truth is imploding.

Our clothes are torn in tatters, our faces marked by ashes.
Limping beaten and battered, blood drips from wounds and gashes.
The signs that are around us can make us feel like we are losing.
We struggle to fight for truth.  Life is now so confusing.

Help us remember, Jesus, as the struggle increases,
Your grace increases more.  Your protection never ceases.
The enemy is locked and ready, to attack our Christian base.
His guns are aiming at us. Dear Lord, send to us more grace.

We need grace to use our armor, when on us bullets rain,
We need the helmet of salvation, to protect our thoughts and brains.
We need grace to lift Your sword, to battle evil and to fight.
We need grace to speak Your words; to speak truth, bring truth to light.

We need grace to hold the shield of faith, against sinful arrows.
We need grace to walk Your holy path, along the straight and narrow.
We need grace to march in cadence, with feet firmly shod in peace.
We need grace to win this war, that war will one day cease.

We need grace merciful Jesus, to stand our holy ground,
When everywhere we look, wickedness abounds.
We need grace now loving Jesus, so we beg You do make haste.
Fill our hearts with Your love. Fill our lives with Your grace.