The foe rejoice where havoc reigns
Where lands parade their shame
Where man would catch The Wind with chains
And kill who bear Your name
Religion would a tyrant’s throne
Would yoke Your bride in white
Would rule creation all alone
And dowse Salvation’s Light
Enraged with hate with no remorse
The blind incite the blind
Plotting their master’s wayward course
Through twisting of the mind
There’s infiltration everywhere
The right of choice to kill
Demonic venom would they share
To silence Truth at will
Now schools deny Your mighty hand
Deny Your children prayer
But few would learn or understand
If Jesus were not there
But faithful Lord, You stand us true
Your arm is ever strong
The Bread You daily share anew
Brings life into our song
We sing because of Heaven’s Breath
Because of Fire within
We’ll heal the sick we’ll save from death
Each soul You seek to win
In truth we live who once were dead
In faith we walk your path
What should we fear even dread
Upon the day of wrath
Michael P Johnson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem