CRY ON MIGHTY WARRIORS.
OUR JOB HAS JUST BEGUN.
WE ARE IN A BATTLE,
AND SATAN HAS GOT TO RUN.
WE ARE CRYING FOR OUR LOVED ONES.
WHO ARE LYING IN DESPAIR.
WE ARE CRYING FOR THE WOUNDED.
WHO DOESN'T HAVE A PRAYER.
WE ARE STANDING IN THE GAP.
FOR OUR FELLOW POETS.
WE ARE BENDING ON OUR KNEES
FOR OUR FATHER TO HEAL EACH HEART.
SO CRY ON MIGHTY WARRIORS.
WORK UNTIL THE DAY IS DONE.
YOU WILL SOON BE REWARDED,
WHEN YOU SEE THE PRAYERS ANSWERED-
ONE BY ONE.
Written by Mary Duhart
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