Standing firm in armor of strength, we abide, remaining unoffended by and through the onslaught of worldly persecution, steadfast, immovable, we fight.
The battlefield of glory we sustain. Attracted through confirmation of the earnest expectation in and of ordinary life endured by the chosen.
We rally, we cry, we submiss and obey. According to the righteousness not given of this world, but the trust in the craft of the masters hands.
And with His script we are indelibly authored into life's book, bound with love. For if not love, the sacred thread gathered and woven into the tapestry of our lives, hopelessly we unravel. Wound once and again by our maker, sown into the tapestry of brotherly trust, strength and true Godliness.
These matter naught lest one stands, as we, His elect have communed with the giver of life, having crossed the threshold covered with the blood of our redeemer, the Lord, Christ Jesus.
On bended knees, armor donned, we are christened with the sword of faith by our King, Father of light, the living magnificent God. His brilliance unknown, only to us the sacrifice of His one and only Son who does shine on us, that we may live through His glory.
Wait we shall. With the eyes of our hearts searching, and the arms of His love wide open, until comes the hour and the day, withstand the world, to God's increase we must..... Jesus come.
: Jon Jon
The battlefield of glory we sustain. Attracted through confirmation of the earnest expectation in and of ordinary life endured by the chosen.
We rally, we cry, we submiss and obey. According to the righteousness not given of this world, but the trust in the craft of the masters hands.
And with His script we are indelibly authored into life's book, bound with love. For if not love, the sacred thread gathered and woven into the tapestry of our lives, hopelessly we unravel. Wound once and again by our maker, sown into the tapestry of brotherly trust, strength and true Godliness.
These matter naught lest one stands, as we, His elect have communed with the giver of life, having crossed the threshold covered with the blood of our redeemer, the Lord, Christ Jesus.
On bended knees, armor donned, we are christened with the sword of faith by our King, Father of light, the living magnificent God. His brilliance unknown, only to us the sacrifice of His one and only Son who does shine on us, that we may live through His glory.
Wait we shall. With the eyes of our hearts searching, and the arms of His love wide open, until comes the hour and the day, withstand the world, to God's increase we must..... Jesus come.
: Jon Jon