Old Glory Knights Full Version Part I
We the redeemed were sitting together amongst a celestial
crowd whom had gathered outside the front of the main castle.
Pavilions had been set up, benches had been erected
for the massive crowds to sit on. Beverage carts were plentiful
yet all the drinks were free. Fresh baked pretzels with sides of
cheese, fresh picked apples and other fruit from the citrus trees
were in abundant supply for a bite to eat. No more shuffling around
in one's pockets to find some loose change to pay the attendants
working the booths of fare.
We all had settled down as the King who was seated with His immediate
court, gestured for the Royal Story Teller to begin this day's tale;
now there would be many more such joyous, warm occasions.
"Listen, listen now," the bearer began. "Listen as I tell the tale of
the Old Glory Knights, the sons and daughters of His Majesty's
mighty thunder.
Whether these Knights rode upon horses that crossed the lands,
or rode inside the grand iron horses beneath the Earth's oceans,
or flew upon the winged horses of the wind... we owe the greatest debt,
and the deepest layers of gratitude as they were obedient to the
call and out realm's worthiest cause; the cause was to get the word
out that our Highest King was coming to possess His lands, to save His people
from sin and death because all belongs to Him, to our fair and our most Beloved.
So now we are here to thank the states of the red, white and blue, the military for having sacrificed your lives for your country, for the larger picture of God.
There would have been more dire straights without you.
You kept Old Glory's dreams, its blessed flag alive, waving strong in
the winds of change, of the life yet to come.
Freedom which was left in your care was more priceless than any
gold and sparkled more than any gem, its beauty so full.
Because of your sacrifice we were able to sleep safely and even soundly
during many of the midnight hours.
It is so sad to think that Satan had so many in his control,
his command, his human puppets, soldiers didn't understand the
ugliness of hell was so clearly with them.
Ugliness with no regard to the peace of our one true God, yes
I'll even say it Jesus Christ our Lord.
Ugliness in regards with too much anger and possessing non progressive
ways, no patience for enlightenment of the people who were all
learning to follow the Truth, the Life and the Way.
(to be continued - Old Glory Knights part II)
Copyright © Susan Clark | Year Posted 2013
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