To Joshua And Caleb

Flaming with hatred for the enemy

Destroying works of darkness

Pounding the gates of hell

Terrifying the dark hosts

Freeing the captives

Borne on Spirit wind

Eye in the heavens

Feet on the earth

Bearing gifts, speaking life

Vessels of restoration

Glory to the Lion of Judah!

Glory to the Lamb of God!

Let the sons of God be revealed!!


Wild and free

Disciplined and directed

His name ever on our lips

That we would shine for him

Call to him his due Glory

That all would know

That his plan of old is revealed

We are the sons of the Living God

Irresistible, unbridled

Hammer to nail, bread to lips

Words of life, acts of love

Eviscerating the devil's minions

And creation is liberated

With the One lifted up

Elbow to elbow, we go city to city

Together

You, me, him, her

We, in the One

Life abundant

No longer scorned

Never again rejected

A city loved and admired

A people knit in beauty

United in vision

Strengthened to fight

Full of righteous rage

Burning with holy fury

The head says, "Move"

And the finger of God twitches

Muscle merges into sinew

Sinew grows into bone

Cell to cell, joint to joint

We are the body

Let's be a team, yokefellows in the work

Blood born, blood washed

Bone of bone, flesh of flesh

Faithful, friend, like you

I'm the one you've sought

Arm in arm to stand in the fight

Radiant giver of Life!

Bearer of Oil and Fire!

One for whom all creation groans!

Joint heir of the Kingdom of Light!

Come let us run together

Brother to the King!

Son of God!

But perhaps never believed completely:

What you have always known

I am here, lean on me

Let me bear you up in your arms

Let me be Aaron and Hur

Holding up your arms in the battle

Command me, direct me

If you were leaving I would ask you:

Give me a double portion of your anointing

But better yet, you will be staying here

That together we may go into the land

I want what you've wanted to give me

I want to give to you too

Let me be Elisha to your Elijah

Let me be Timothy to your Paul

Bless me, and tell me who I am

Let me tell you who you are

I see how faithfully you have toiled

I see you! Your heart, your dedication!

Would enjoy the fruits of your labor

From the early light

Silently you have labored in the fields

Bearing the heat of the day

I come to bless you now

When the fields are white for the harvest

I thank you and honor you greatly

For what you have made possible for me

That I who come in the eleventh hour

I am grateful for your service

Hauling soil, planting, tending

Faithfully you have gone before

Breaking stones, hands in the dirt

Devotedly breaking up the fallow ground


-Stephen Pursell, 8/31/03