Friday, July 19, 2019

I Heard the Singing Warriors - A Poem

I Heard the Singing Warriors
By Peter Bringe

"Let the high praises of God be in their throats
and two-edged swords in their hands..." (Psalm 149:6)

"For the weapons of our warfare are not of the flesh 
but have divine power to destroy strongholds." (2 Corinthians 10:4)

I heard the singing warriors, 
As they came down the street.
They sang a song so grand and strong,
Amid the ruins wrought by wrong–
There they the foe did meet.

I saw the happy warriors,
‘Mid darkness, shade, and gloom.
With sword in hand, they sang an ode
To God for joy, and thus they rode
Heedless of death and tomb.

I heard the wounded warriors,
A note of tragic woe,
They bowed their heads and raised their eyes,
“Look to your earth, O God, arise!
Let men your power know.”

I saw the bloody warriors,
Limping, weak, and hurt,
Still singing loud, with hopeful hearts
They formed a ring to shield from darts
New sprouts amid the dirt.

I watched the hopeful warriors
And, though the ruins loomed,
Amid the clash of sword and steel
I heard the sound of home and field–
It seemed new flowers bloomed.

I heard the singing warriors,
And understood their mirth:
Their lives were not their own domain
They fought for God, His kingly reign,
And peace, new life, on earth.

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