The Lord of Hosts Shall Roar From On High
Included in my current project:
Bullying: A Spiritual Battle
Psalms 7:10-13; Chapter 22: 149:6-9; Isaiah 24:19-22
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You're a survivor if you've come this far
Though inside you feel all battered and scarred
Because for you school just wasn't cool
But God in His Love would say to you:
I brought you through fire, flood and pain
To help you learn to love again
You felt like a desolate desert place
A sun-scorched soul without any rain.
You felt those fingers pointing at you
Because it was cool to be mean and cruel
You didn't have lots of glamor or money
But I didn't think what they did was funny.
You were put on a thorny pedestal
To torment and mock with cruel cat-calls
Outnumbered you dodged a hail of abuse
Because it wasn't cool to care about you.
Like a leper you were hated and shunned
Made the butt of laughter and fun
Pointedly picked to be the last
When sides were chosen for balls and bats.
But it was you I chose, not they
They're just too proud to come in from the rain
Falling round the beckoning Ark
The wild dogs won't come
To be saved by My Son
They just chase their prey and bark.
You broke their gang-banged beauty mold
By being unique, by being you
Incapable of shedding tears
Those snakes injected the poison of fear
With pointed, deadly devil's fangs
They made you die to happy things
They withered away your soul inside
That pack of dogs took vicious bites.
Protect me from the lion and the bear
Cried the Psalmist, whom I saved from despair
Deliver me from the ravening dog
Be very near me when I call.
Though ten thousand gather against me
O Lord of Hosts, be my Victory
Send warring angels of fire and light
Against my foes take up the fight.
Impede their progress on their dark path
Let liars be caught in their own traps
Deliver Thy darling from the lowest hell
Redeem me out of the snare where I fell
Out of this nightmare hell of a Pit
Dug by my foes where in darkness I sit
Forgotten by all but remembered by Thee
Make haste to come deliver me.
If they think I've forgotten they make a mistake
For in wrath the earth itself I shall shake
The blood of the slain, the martyr's pain
I bring to the forefront of My docket again
As I shout My displeasure from My Throne on High
Ye are but men! In My wrath I shall cry
Your land is defiled by innocent blood
Again and again you've spurned My love.
You've rejected the cleansing of My blood
Again it is time for the cleansing flood
To wash away every loathsome trace
Of vile persecutors and their weapons of hate.
My arrows are readied upon My bow
Ordained against haters of God below
To strike at the heart of My enemies
Who will not allow Me to set them free
From being slaves of satan My foe
Who keeps the wicked beneath his control
Rejecting life, they've chosen to die
My Holy Word they taunt and despise.
It isn't just you those bullies have bullied
They've rejected My Son in word, thought and deed
They've pledged allegiance to the devil below
So into the Lake of Fire they'll go
With all the evil seeds they've sown.
But you who have nestled beneath My wings
And fed on holy eternal things
Shall shine as stars in heavenly places
As all your scars My love erases.
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