Day Or Night We Stand
God's promises surpass the pains;
the end sinks unrelenting fear.
In victory we sing our gains,
echo the heaven's joy so dear.
Polish your shield, unsheathe your sword;
stand primed in His mighty power,
fully alert behind the Lord,
ears pricked up for the trumpet hour.
© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
Copyright © Celestine Ikwuamaesi | Year Posted 2016
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