War song:
“Are you listening?” I hear
As the band starts to play,
While I take in the chaos
And look to the fray,
For someone so bold
To start up the night.
But this voice in my head
Tells me that I’m not right.
“Who are you?” he hisses
As I start for the middle.
So I stop for a second,
For this voice was far too fickle.
“You’re a mess,” he continued
With merciless plight,
Listing falters and failures
And sin-ridden blight.
But then I remembered
What I knew before,
That this voice was a liar,
With ammo galore.
So I pressed onward to two-step
With all of my might
For the One who had brought me
From darkness to light
So if it’s a battle he wants,
Then it’s war that we’ll give him
For we are the army of saints -
The forgiven.
Our scars pour out healing;
Our failures, restoration;
Our bigotry, reconciliation
to all of the nations
From now on we walk tall
And the demons will cower,
Not from what we have done,
But through Christ and His power.
That’s rescued my soul
And ransomed my name
To bring glory to God
Through forgetting my shame.
Though arrows fly fast
With their fiery blaze
To render our live useless,
Unfit for the change,
We raise fists with our shields
and his banner that flickers
For the One with the Ones,
My God, The Light-bringer.
