No longer crumpled in brokenness No more tormentImprisoned in body and soul Surrounded by blue-shirted men And tormentors in green Also shackled within Swimming in jungle of pain Entangled by a snare of liesBut the Word has rescued me Of this there is no doubt A holy fury rises within me The Bride is rising I am not the only oneWe are many Here we come Rulers of this dark world Get ready for your terror Hand in hand with the Bridegroom Fiercely we come now Righteous rage released No pity, no remorse Joy even To see you cringe in horror Shackles shattering before us The dead dance out of their tombs An army of glory soldiers Fearsome with the fury of holiness Sprinting like Elijah Raging like Samson Dancing like David Weeping like Jeremiah Charging out of the desert With His fire in our eyes Heaven bent on your destruction The Lion of Judah ROARS!!Stephen Pursell, original: 5/02, revised :11/16/14 In the spirit of this poem we pray for the Army Of Light to be released. | ![]() ![]() |
Home > 2002 Poems >