Blinded by enemy steps,
Washed of all that can be seen.
God alone to sure thy steps,
On incorporeal ground.
Sent to fight a war untold of far beyond enemies.
This is where knights of light mark their battleground.
We rest alone with one weapon gripped tightly in our hands.
‘Tis faith in Thee alone, our one true and holy God.
And by Your grace we’ll lose no hold of that faithful blade,
Until Thy kingdom come.
In blind knights’ hands,
‘Tis grace which gives this surest weapon.
It cuts deepest in the dark and faithful ’til the end.
Soldiers of light, grab thy blade and march forth in the darkness.
Leave thy way and find the path of thy righteousness.
Embrace the faithful King.
He died upon the field.
He calls you to the same.
It may be by way of one thousand cuts or with one tortured test.
In this the knight is blessed;
To die upon the field with blade still in hand.
Keep thy faith.
Keep thy way.
Courage is for today.
Glory is for tomorrow.
Mercy is for thy King. And you are in His war.
Are you with He?
This is the question for thy soul.
Will you die to truly be?
September 9, 2013