Hidden in the winds of faith,
A still small voice speaks.
Calling us to the frontlines.
To face the workers of iniquity,
Return to the message of the cross,
Break out of the bondage of politics.
Quit putting the responsibility on others.
Live up to our calling as Christians.
Let our actions match our talk.
Listen to what God is trying to say.
This is a Nation falling away from God.
Where ungodly lifestyles are being promoted.
Where false religions are prevailing.
The heart of our faith is being attacked.
Why are we silent?
Have we grown cold?
Have we stopped caring?
Our inaction tells the story.
The sickness screams for Christ.
Let us humble ourselves before God.
Interceding for our country.
Seeking a revival to sweep the land.
Judgement surely begins in our midst.
Victory begins on our knees.
Our struggle is not yet over.
Why do we rest?
Expect His soon return?
There is so much yet to do?
Warriors of the cross.
Children of the Light.
Battle on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem