Death and Blood (Romans 8:12-17)

When men reject their God, they live in fear,
They have no surety that a Father’s near.
And fearful men respond in killing sprees,
To massacre what gives anxiety.
When threatened fears turns to – once more –
Abortion, genocide, and ‘holy war’.
The spirit of the world is fear, and blood,
The Spirit of the Lord’s adopted love.
As sons of God, we have eternal life,
We’ve no anxiety at worldly strife.
And given hate, respond not with a grudge,
But give the life we’re given by our Judge.
Accepting God, accepts the gifts He gives,
And will not murder anything that’s His.

Arise, O Lord (Psalm 35:1-10)

Arise, O Lord, and hear my plight,
And for my vindication fight!
I will not for myself contend,
But trust that You will now defend.

Arise, O Lord, with buckler born,
And bring my shield: the faith I’ve sworn,
Unsheathe the spear snatched from my foe,
The strength of Your salvation shown.

Arise, O Lord, and bring dismay,
On those who seek my life for prey,
Turn back their course, confuse their plots,
Bring them to shame, their plans to naught.

Arise, O Lord, Your angel send,
To chase the wicked to their end,
Their way be perilous and dark,
And dread of God consume their heart.

Arise, O Lord, their pit is laid,
Their net disguised for feet that strayed,
Destroy the foe’s insidious plots,
Let him within his net be caught.

Arise, O Lord, and hear my praise,
A song of Your salvation raised,
Let all my bones exalt Your deeds,
Who helps the one who was in need.

Called, Loved, and Kept for Glory (Jude 24-25)

The call went out through all the earth,
An arrow shot from Zion’s heights,
To every tribe, and caste, and birth,
“Assemble to the flag of Christ!”
Specifically the summons sent,
The call that no man can resist,
So rally now: His bow is bent,
And Christ’s campaign is imminent.

The love He showed for every man,
Like lightening flashing from the cross,
To save the damned as was His plan,
And sanctify our clinging dross.
A host anointed as His sword,
Called holy by His very mouth,
To overrun all pagan swarms,
As would a whirlwind from the south.

And kept in battle from all harm,
Against the darts of Satan’s hordes,
Defended by His mighty arm,
And guarded by our holy Lord.
For He equipped us for this fight,
And never will release His hold,
And trial’s fire He ignites,
To turn out hearts of clay to gold.

So glory, then, will fall on Him,
For in our weakness He is shown,
His power in us slaying sin,
That glory may be His alone.
And in that long expected day,
From every age, will all the saints,
Before His throne in white arrayed,
All raise His banner and His praise.