Oh Mighty Army

 Oh Mighty Army


... Hear my voice, I pray.... May your life be not written with a pen of iron, and with the point of a diamond. But, may you be forever planted, in groves, by the green trees, upon the high hills.

As you go to the battle.... May you never be like the heat in the desert, or parched places in the wilderness. But may your fruits be according to your doings ... reaped from the seeds you sow.

When faced with contention or strife.... May you not be considered a fool, at the end of your days. For all your earthly treasures, shall you leave behind.... when you depart to forever's journey.

May you embody perfection in all you do. May you go, where you are SENT. So shall you benefit from your obedience. That your ears tingle with knowledge and your heart with understanding. May your destiny be fulfilled and not cut short.

Withholding nothing..... May you strife for excellence, in keeping your bones shut up with joyous praise. With your every effort, Oh Mighty Warrior, may your person be filled, with a yoke breaking, never ending, desperation, in your ability to arise. 

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