The Banner of Man
There is no king saved by
the multitude of the host ...
— Ps. 33:16
Military might don’t protect my life,
I’m in the safe fortress of God’s hands
It’s a haven of holy refuge,
a mount high above
the raging storm of war’s violent deluge
The horses and chariot riders of flesh
can’t save my life
I know that only God can
This make the heathens howl,
because I trust not in the banner of man
These are the colors I declare:
Red ...
The holy blood of Jesus Christ
White ...
The hope of salvation is my saintly attire
Blue ...
The view above has such a heavenly hue
As gospel pilgrims on this bitter earth,
only the Prince of Peace do we vow to serve
Lost children seeking a curse,
live by the sword, kiss the devil in the dirt
Their expectations were in vain,
the last war of man will be utterly insane
Multitude of bodies burning,
so many flag covered coffins
Putting more flowers on the grave,
as the flag is lowered and raised
Trusting in man who could not save,
is the sin that cannot be erased
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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