Many worldwide in the Army of Salvation are finding (or at least they will) that the Lord is speaking unity of heart through the Spirit over different Corps, territories, and nations. Like pieces on a chess board, He is forming divinely-appointed relationships across nations and within individual congregations, and especially small groups as He breathes His breath on those who will receive.
The Lord gave me this poem as an expression of His heart for this remnant He is raising up. At the time, it was written with God's sons in mind, but may it be a blessing to the daughters too. God too is raising up Deborah's, the next poem will be specifically for them. BRING IT ON!!!
Band of Brothers
Empowered as champions of justice,
Equipped to stand in righteousness united,
Held in Abba God’s embrace,
With flaming hearts in Spirit fire they stand knighted.
Restorers of strength through kingdom proclamation,
Prophetic power unleashed through the banner of love,
Kind in mercy, tenderhearted in compassion,
Piercing eyes that dwell on things above.
Demon slayers marching from the east,
Beacons of light to the tides of the west.
Bastions of purity and healing to the sick, dying, least,
Weariness attacks, but under angelic wings they rest.
Royal sons of Christ’s inheritance,
Contrite in heart and glorious in humility,
A congregation born not of chance,
They rally and roar in passion: darkness flees.
Quietly knowing they are blessed,
Praising with boyish abandon,
Cherishing goodness and faithfulness,
Cravers of Fatherly discipline.
Out-muscling oppression and the corrupt,
Standing in the honor of integrity,
Hearts bursting in assured triumph,
By the General they are led.
Anointed oil drips from their brows,
Fearless and incorruptible in deed,
Inhalers of the Pentecost breath,
To the shadow of the cross they lead.
Armed to the teeth,
Reckless in abandon,
Holy washers of other’s feet,
Brotherly love makes it fun.
Wielding lethal weaponry and sword,
Beholders of inner resilience,
When praised they point upwards:
‘Worthy is the Lamb’.
The fresh force of the Army of Salvation,
Institution and respectability make them seethe,
Visionaries of Booths revival drum,
The will of the Father is their only creed.
Onward and upward, higher and faster,
Unwittingly have they been masterly trained and taught,
Shekinah presence flows in from their Master,
Hungry to praise - the glory of One is sought.
God Bless you! - Kym
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