The Called
Out of the darkness,
slowly they’re rising,
the spawn of Hell are
called to more.
The wretched worms, in
shadows, hiding,
they cannot fight it,
they’re calling is sure.
These monstrous men, like
animals, biting,
the very Hand that
sustains; their black existence,
they scream and hate, lust
not subsiding,
until pierced by blinding
light, repentance.
Men left in death, for
Hell fast riding,
eager to burn in miserable
despair;
now suddenly see a new
dawn rising,
and now commanded, “I
saved you, My heir.”
The Hater’s laugh, now
quickly dying,
turns to roar of wrath and
despair.
For now he sees, lo, his
prey is flying;
casting off cruel nets,
without a care.
As light shines in, so
painful, blinding,
it cuts away cruel Hater’s
plan.
And further still, it’s
whitened rays shining,
cuts deep the heart of
wretched man.
He suddenly wakes, his
heart, now changing,
this worm of heinous sins,
being unmade.
And now, behold, a new
force is rising!
Dead shadows, back from
darkened grave.
My brothers, you see, the
Knights are climbing.
Men called back from dead,
blackened pits,
to serve and fight a more
noble cause,
the murderers, now for
justice, fighting.
Unheard. Unseen. Nets
aside, they’re casting;
Monsters called back from
the brink of death.
Handed swords, with
“TRUTH” in blade, engraving,
and commanded, “Now, GO,
filled with Life’s true breath.”
Unknown they live, and
fight, still rising.
They battle death, and
darkness, and he,
who did keep them so long,
in suffering,
they also find like
wretches, to set free.
God’s Knights you see,
His Truth proclaiming,
Men of valor and grace,
battling lies;
behold, His Word, God is
now fulfilling,
“I will use the shamed,
to shame the wise.”
Their greatest quality,
nobility, shining,
comes not from strength or
glorious fight;
but instead, His beauty,
is most blinding,
when shining knight
trembles, remembering his plight.
Not strong, not great, but
called. Confounding!
These beasts turned
legends, in heart and mind,
We think, “Great men,
the world they’re lighting!”
When in truth, they are
still worms, still blind.
No greater irony: See
Darkness battles Light,
than inside of the heart
of God’s own Knight.
