Army From Behind The Walls

Broad shoulders, thickly muscled Powerful jaws Cantaloupe-shaped deltoids Flashing smiles Some missing teeth Washboard stomachs Meaty palms, strong fingers Thick, veiny arms Pounding thighs and bulging calves Tattoos everywhere Piercing eyes, glowing foreheads Powerful voices Soothing with sound The power of peace All creation has groaned for them The dark hosts quake Here come sons of the Most High Fearless and terrifying The gates of hell tremble Words of Life come forth The sons issue Life from their lips The fire of the Conquering King Flashing from their eyes The darkness screams and flees These are men of the Bride The warrior that she is Sowers of Life Spiritual giants Once prisoners Within and without Now freed and freeing others The Lion within them charges Gun towers fall Razor wire melts "These men have been with Jesus" All the enemy's hosts know it And quake in utter terror -Stephen Pursell, original 6/20/02, revised 11/15/14.  With this poem we also honor the memory of my late father, F.D. "Doug" Pursell, and for his love for the precious souls behind the walls of prison surrounded by razor wire and gun towers.  We pray for the Army Of Light to be released.