I wrote this one today just after church; I was really feeling augmented and pressed to write something. So here it is.
The rain and wind with teeth do wail
The drifting snow, the driving hail
But life's stage plays on.
Through failing rain and parting cloud
The ram's horn sounding sweet and loud
A warrior's blade and song.
Riding forth on stallions, mares,
The people of the land declare
The rising of the Lord.
In diligence we fight and bleed
We live, we die, follow and lead.
I am the Teacher's ward.
The battle front the turning point
And fragrant oil to anoint
While the sun still shines above.
Give your heart, your soul, your mind
All your strength in faith to find
His reddened depths of love.