Freedom Is In His Blood Poem by Annie Cordelia Adams

This is the hour of the Golden Ships
masts true, ropes a hauling, given wind
This is the true opening of the lily
softly touched by yet softer breath
This is the rise for all glorious dead
raising life as they are risen
In spirit; as well-the soldiers of faith

The time has arisen for Jerusalem's day!
My God! My God! your life this way!
Golden and glorious in this escalating age
Ten million souls die in battle on one single day
(How hope can fade in such a sudden way)
Yet we bow and give way for the LORD of Lords!
His glory is yet to be shown in his two edged sword

To fight we all against persecutors of Faith
Gather the tribes as in Joshua's day*
All Christians hail the name of the LORD
Worship Him as our Kingdom is restored
Freedom is in His Blood and rapture in ours
For to die for the Christ is to gain all strength,
For to die for Jesus is to live in Peace

[*allusion to Joshua 22: 12]