Lord ,

Up from the wreckage
of
these ashen
paths

I ,
claim my
healing heart
and fall on my
knees
as you have
broken the chains
in deepest darkness
of a
sinner's path

Victorious
in the wearing
of the breastplate
of
righteousness
and its
truth

Now
knowing
where the
Pride Of
Judah
is
and what
is about to
be won

Standing
against
the rising
tide of the
new
world order's
propaganda
and platform

I bow my
head
and raise
these black
and silver wings
written with
the names
of the fallen
left

As we
are of the
rarest and best
here
with the
Just

My Saviour's
tears
wash
and anoint
us with
spiritual
royalty

For
I am free
so come with me
And hear the cries
of the heavenly
as eternity
now rages

Set
your weary
eyes on the
prize
and your inheritance
is of the
Kings Of Kings

Yes,
for you
are
Precious and
Loved
and of the
Divine

Be that King
Or Queen
for they we never
meant to stop honour
for the Power Is
In The Blood

R.Fetterhoff
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