Orders:
From the Returning King
Amos Wilson (February 2,
2014)
The king returned, in
power rise,
To don again his earthly
guise.
The women took the
herald’s call,
And ran to town to tell
men all.
Some others saw the King
appear,
At first they fell and
quaked with fear,
But now they to the rebels
fly,
to make quick gains and
sell a lie.
The rulers and the
soldiers leave,
The King – their King
they should receive.
The King instead from
local towns,
Raised men from those who
would bow down.
Untrained and lay, yet
faithful still,
That sword-less army on
the hill.
They stood to listen and
obey,
The marching-orders He
would say.
Zion burned, the priests
abased.
Barbarians laid Rome to
waist.
The others, lowly,
lord-filled, men,
Survived to preach His
words again.
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