Stand You Ready
Stand you ready, friends of faith;
Raise the Ensign o'er the gate.
See the random hordes of hate
Led by Satan's potentates
Storm the wall!
Saints aplenty fall in battle
As war tocsins sound the rattle.
High above the struggle's prattle
Angels stream from crystal castles
To make the victory sure.
Now the darkness fills the sky
As the wells of hope run dry,
Yet, on high, the Host reply
There is no end but VICTORY.
And so the foe is vanquished!
God stands by at every hour
To heed our prayers of help and
power,
But woe to those who cringe and cower
- These the worms of time devour!
Why doubt the Arm of God?
Jerry L. Ogles
© 13 November 2015,
Anno Domini
