Staff Of Authority

Arise O Christian

Song of war, cry of battle heralding

Arise and fight

For death looms

 

The enemy stretches forth

The neck of the godly to sever

When no opposition he meets

His deeds are prime and sound

 

Were you called and given a sword

To adorn the graves of Martyrs?

Or gird your loin in fine array

And sheath the piece that is your weapon?

 

If our fathers played losers

Are we to be on edge?

For the sour grapes we ate not?

Whose battle are we to fight?

 

Ordained Priest of a Royal Hood

A nation, holy as to God

Peculiar by clan, tribe and person

What authority can you define as yours?        ~

 

If pride of race would not serve reason

For the sake of shame and stands of truth

For proof of words and show of faith

Let’s bend our knees in prayerful attack

 

The heathen is our bread

And all powers assigned to Christ is ours

We have our place of authority

O Christian! Prove that your priestly staff

Is made of finest cedar not fancy reed!

 

1Tim.6:11-12 “¹¹ But you, man of God, flee from all this, and pursue righteousness, godliness, faith, love, endurance and gentleness. ¹² Fight the good fight of the faith. Take hold of the eternal life to which you were called when you made your good confession in the presence of many witnesses.” (NIV)