Deep in the blackest darkness there is someone
who disguises as a being of light.
Who twists reality and truth. Who steals praise he is not worthy of.
Using attributes meant for good to do evil and horrible deeds.
He comands armies of beings who follow his wicked ways.
To destroy and kill. To deceive and to cause pain.
He brought death and sorrow to paradise.
There is a war being fought
The casualties are horrifying. But this war has alrady been won.
He hides in pain and coward fear. For his time is near.
His creator came to his kingdom. And was killed by the darkone
But death could not hold him.
For when he killed the author of life. He was doing something more
The deceiver got deceived
With truth.
And now his kingdom is but a dying beast.
A worthless beast who dared to do the unthinkable
To demand worship from His creator
But he caused a fire in him and consumed him in ashes
made a spectacle of him.
That creator advances The Kingdom
A mighty army advances in the mist of the cowards armies
To save those who he chose for His Glory
Because when it comes to his sons and daughters
No one is left behind.
I was rescued and brought to His love and Care
I was taken care of
I was healed from my wounds
I was fed and quenched.
I was loved and strenghthened.
And now I have been called to the battle
I have been armed with the deadliest weapon
His all mighty word. His double edged sword
With shoes of glad tiddings
to step in the deep darkness, and bring my brothers and sisters
to His awesome prescence.
I am not alone. I go to his vessel in the south
Where the sun burns hot, and yet it does not warm
I know I will take hits
and be wounded. I will be challenged and threatened
For the dark one knows my dark secrets.
But I care no more.
For even if my brothers are not gracious
My Father will.
I will be going to places where the banners of darkness stand high
But I will not fear
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadows of death.
For the Lord is my shepperd.
I go because my Father loves his children
and what sort of brother would I be to not go and rescue them
I await patiently and yet eager to serve.
To take the ground and reclaim it for My Father
to advance His Banner and proclaim to the heavens
This Land belongs to the King of Kings and LORD of Lords.
I have been invited to the greates adventure of all times
I will fight, and I will be wounded.
But I am willing to be wounded
Because He was wounded for me
and by His wound we are Healed.
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