Psalm: The King At War
Who may stand when the King comes forth in wrath?
Who can face the onslaught of his sword?
Who would thrust himself into His path
To draw a weapon on his sovereign Lord?
The King in anger strikes against His foe.
He tramps His enemies beneath his feet.
The Kingdom's weight is felt in every blow
That drags the rebel to the Judgement seat.
Before His royal fury they fall back,
Too late to plead for mercy of the Crown.
They melt before the might of His attack,
Shields and broken weapons scattered round.
The King, in glory, battles to the fore.
Let all despair, on whom the King makes war.
Who can face the onslaught of his sword?
Who would thrust himself into His path
To draw a weapon on his sovereign Lord?
The King in anger strikes against His foe.
He tramps His enemies beneath his feet.
The Kingdom's weight is felt in every blow
That drags the rebel to the Judgement seat.
Before His royal fury they fall back,
Too late to plead for mercy of the Crown.
They melt before the might of His attack,
Shields and broken weapons scattered round.
The King, in glory, battles to the fore.
Let all despair, on whom the King makes war.
posted by Raymond the Scot | 10:00 AM
1 Comments:
Upon my oath, you are an amazing poet and writer. I love to read your work. And that's quite a compliment from an English teacher. Wow.
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