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.