Galloping forward, I ride with a vision.

To share of His love and endless provision.

God’s called me His Chosen, a child of the light,

And I’ll ride with this message into the night.

A breastplate of faith coated in affection,

Hope is my helmet – sharing true resurrection.

I hear His voice, so I must answer the call.

My God shed blood for me – he’s climbed up walls.

Face like a beacon, He says, shine my daylight! 

Speak truth to the broken – the hearts so contrite.

My direction comes when you seek out my names.

Daughter, step forward – and my promises reclaim.

I will give you power when you admit you are weak.

Search for me, beauty, and I will speak.

-Kimi

But since we belong to the day, we must be serious and put the armor of faith and love on our chests, and put on a helmet of the hope of salvation. {1 Thessalonians 5:8}

We are children of the day. So wake up sleeper, lift your head. We were meant for more than this. Fight the shadows conquer death. Make the most of the time we have left. –Kari Jobe