A Prophetic Poem
Anzac Day, 25th April, 1999.
From unknown country villages,
from cities far and wide
They gathered as the cry
went forth, they mustered side by side,
"You're needed on the battlefield.
Leave the farm, the plow, the hearth;
Your king and country call
you now to take up arms on their behalf!"
What stirred within their
souls, Oh Lord, that caused their hearts to yield?
That led them to Gallipoli,
to that bloody battlefield?
"It was passion" He said,
"that led them, to lay down everything,
A love for truth and freedom,
and commitment to their king.
They'd counted well the cost
and knew the risks they were to face
But passion, it burned stronger,
and fear could find no place"
The enemy was fierce and
strong, each soldier proved his worth
But somehow midst the blood
and tears, our nation, it was birthed.
And now they march upon our
streets, and we watch with wondrous eyes,
And stop and think of courage,
and then move on with our lives.
But a Voice is growing louder,
and calls to us anew,
"Where are My Christian
Anzacs? The King has need of you!
The nation is in peril, and
many souls shall die
Unless you heed My call to
war and gather by My side!
Arise, Oh Christian Anzacs,
take up your arms and fight
And march into the streets
as soldiers of the Light!
Your nation, it cries out
to Me, her darkness, it is deep,
And My heart breaks to see
her thus,
How can My people sleep?
Call forth the Anzac spirit,
to rise upon My church,
Call forth the mighty warriors,
to fight for all they're worth!
The enemy is fierce, the
battle may be long,
But I have overcome," He
says "And I will lead you on.
Let My Spirit fan the flames
of passion in your breasts,
That, like the Anzacs, you
might love your lives not unto death.
Take up the weapons I have
given and gather unto Me
To wage a holy war! To set
the captives free!
Your King proclaims a call
to war! A hurting nation moans
The enemy runs havoc in your
streets and in your homes
Let the Anzac church arise
in Holy Spirit power!
And set her face to victory,
this is your finest hour!"
oh I just love this poem Sarah! what a call to the church eh, it's so needed! where did you get it from? I've not seen it before.
ReplyDeletep.s. love the new look on your blog and the new pictures!
ReplyDeleteHi Rosemary, I found this peom just researching ANZAC poems to read to my children. Thanks for liking my blog. xxx
ReplyDeleteI like your new look too Sarah!
ReplyDeleteIt is a pity, isn't it, that we as a nation can be so impassioned about ANZAC Day, sporting events and celebrities, but so luke warm about spreading the gospel. God bless Australia.
So true Ruby. xxx
ReplyDeleteI like it to, the words are very inspiring. Like the other ladies, I agree, your blog is looking lovely:)
ReplyDeleteHope your week has been good.
Wow, great poem. Glad to catch up with you here. Sorry I've not been as frequent a visitor!
ReplyDeleteThank you Jo! We are thinking about heading your way next week to visit the war museum - have you any advice? xxx
ReplyDeleteHey Jenn, now worries it's nice to hear from you! xxx