Brace yourselves

There is a giant in there,
in this feeble body.
There is a warrior somewhere,
waiting to be set loose.

There is a queen under ribs and flesh,
yes, a daughter of the King.
Now hiding in ashes of shame.

Come, hear the feet of a Father's child,
running freely,
behind barricades of fear.

She is there.
Only to be awakened
in the presence of the Holy.
Only to be dug out
by nail-scarred hands.