Saturday, February 5, 2011

Battle prayer of the Cleansing Fire Commandery

Would that I had been a flame
Burning brightly in His name
To serve my purpose and then die
To have no will but His
Would that I had been a gale
To scour the land of sins
Would that I had been a gun
Dealing death without a thought
Woe that I am born of will
Surrounded by temptation
Blessed are those with minds like Iron
Blessed are we who have no doubts
Blessed by He who sits apart
Blessed to be his fire.

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