He calls them as His own-
Children, friends, saints, nation.
If He endears them more,
The label is, "Ezer."
They march in every land
With a scroll, harp, and sword;
Outpouring zealousness
They have for truth and grace.
Moral ascendancy?
Curse them for treachery?
Satan betrayed us all,
Yet they're saved from the fall.
These folks will volunteer
When He calls out for war
When a man claims godhood
And hell those who cry laud,
"Hallelujah! "
January 13,2015; 5: 50pm
Copyright © Prince Obed de la Cruz
Email: princeobed_dc@yahoo.com
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem