A Warrior's Prayer
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~ Prepare my sons, a reckoning portends
in magnitude that quells our force at hand.
Lay low thy heads and pray the lance extends
beyond the sword thine enemies command.
Pray not to fear, for fear is but a chain
that fetters dread and shackles in disgrace.
Pray wounds from battle levy no disdain,
and in His name, let dying be with grace.
When death befalls, let valor lie in state
then gallantly release thy mortal strife,
pray heaven’s arms shall lead us to His gate
to lend our souls to everlasting life.
Behold the fury, face this foe as one,
for glory waits beyond the rising sun.
9-10-2020
Mark Toney
Marathon Contest 5
Copyright © Mark Massey | Year Posted 2020
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