We take the barbs
And try to keep on smiling
And words profane
Are launched to make us wince.
The extra mile
Is carried through obedience
For those who
Vilify our Prince.
The Prince of Peace
And all they want is trouble
And angry thoughts
Command their waking hours.
And we will serve
For those who take for granted
To render good
With Grace applying Heaven's powers.
We reach the Highest
With petitions forged in challenge
And angels come
To hedge us all around.
True priests and kings
Who gain the Ear Omnipotent
In battle
That progresses underground.
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