MARCHING   ORDERS

Willing recruits have responded; all have enlisted by choice.
 Arising to the call of their duty, they hearken to the sound of His voice.

A sounding alarm has awakened them; they stand with their weapons of war.
They cover themselves with their armor, employing the shield and the sword.

The music that they were accustomed to, no longer is cheerful and sweet.
They rush to the sound of the battle, ready, alert on their feet.

They abandoned the partying multitudes, uncertain of what lies ahead.
Departing from apostate assemblies, to train with the soldiers, instead.

And so they abide in the wilderness, outside of the camp they will go,
embracing their orders and assignment, away from the world that they know.

They are accustomed to obstacles; many a hardship they face.
All through the course of their service, they are strategically placed.

Sentries are stationed and watchful, interpreting language and codes.
Regiments stand operational; every one carries his load.

Classified knowledge is given; a secretive plan has been made.
If any should fall or is wounded, another one comes to his aid.

The brethren who gather together, bearing their cross and their scars,
are clothed in humility’s camouflage, not flaunting their stripes or their stars.

They carry their measures of oil, along with their rations of meat.
Provisions arrive supernaturally; all of their gear is complete.

They know the ways of their enemy, who plots to destroy every one;
he continually tries to distract them, but they have refused to succumb.

Marching in place as a cavalry, a trumpet is blowing aloud;
they follow procedure and protocol, no dissention in ranks is allowed.

A Commander in Chief gives the orders, and no enemy stands in His way.
Inspecting the troops and their readiness, nothing escapes from His gaze.

Every one stands at attention, as they wait for the signal at night.
And when they ascend and are gathered, they are clothed in the vestures of light.

They depart for their ultimate training, fulfilling the vision foretold.
Special assignments are given them, as they join with the warriors of old.
And so they’ll abide in His shelter, resting in safety, at last.
There in His tent they are hidden, till the indignation is over and past.

And they shall converge with the others, to prepare for the pivotal fight.
All shall assemble together: a display of His power and might!

They shall descend on the landscape, to gather the spoils of war,
subduing the lawless rebellion, enforcing the rule of the Lord.

The wicked will seek to escape Him, when the Judge and His armies appear.
Spies and deserters will tremble; the Day of His vengeance is near.



Terri Hill