A war not Wrought of flesh and blood
Was fought and won with flesh and blood
Defeat- evil cannot discern
Vows to ever kill and scorn
Righteousness stands still and sure
And knows the moment which to strike
His image-bearers-every man
He beckons for their soul to bow
Before that great and terrible day
He claims His own
Too late they know
He is the one I AM
I like those first two lines about the significance of flesh and blood in the war not wrought of flesh and blood. And the rhyme between wrought and fought.
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Thanks Frank!
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