Obsolete

I have been dreaming these nights. Yes, even in the daylight, I have dreamt of Your battles. The path that shines all hope into my heart I have seen it in my dreams.
But I wake each morning. I find myself remaining in this clattering armorment of burdens.
Each face that I cannot turn away from and yet am incompetent to rescue.
These loyalties of oppression, they drown me. These failing strides will not reach their shores even though they put their hope in me.
But I dream of Your debut into these ashen fields. I dream of how you dry up the oceans and render me obsolete, yes superfluous.
Oh glory of rising thunder, come!