Here we stand at the edge of the end of all the ages.
This is the moment the world has for aeons trembled for.
This is the final gathering in; the restoring of the Kingdom.
A time for bards to sing of, for legends shall be written
once again upon the pages of the annals of the ages
as the sons of God arise.
Let Him take your hand in His, you children of the Kingdom.
Fear not to tread the path ahead though darkness broods around you.
Great deeds have been decreed for you, so shrink not from them, warlike sons.
Within you burns the very heart of Him Whose name you carry.
Walk then in love of fearsome mien. Take courage from your God and King.
All eyes upon the Lord of Hosts, Who’s come to fetch the captives home,
and bids you, “Go. Release their bonds.”
For now the time of dread has come, is standing at the door.
The wrath of God against the ones who have offended little ones;
the children of the Kingdom He has chosen for His own.
And durst the dark one touch them? His days are at an end.
Henceforth the light has conquered night and he no longer can defend
against the onslaught of the bright,
the holy, burning sword of righteousness,
the Son of God.
I love this poem–God gave it to me maybe a year ago, but Frank over at Scottish Warriors said something that reminded me of it. I have kind of a half a melody figured out for it, but the meter isn’t consistent, and I’m not willing to alter the words significantly, so that makes it hard.
Keep in mind that this whole poem is a metaphor, and the warfare mentioned is entirely spiritual. No physical weapons are or will ever be involved. If they are, you’re fighting the wrong battle. Last time I posted this I buried it in explanations. Not going to do it this time, but as always, if you have questions, feel free to ask.
Love in Him, Cindy