Today... 'The Glorious Sword
There is a Sword that is so sharp and so keen
the most Glorious Sword that has ever been.
Mighty in battle He has slain all His foes
and will have victory wherever He goes.
The Word of Truth and the Sword of the Spirit
overcame death and shall all things inherit.
He breaks our shackles and scatters all His foes
with His glory heaven and earth overflows.
Christ the Son of God is that Glorious Sword
Saviour of the world and Everlasting Lord.
Devils fear and angels sing as He draws near
And all creation waits for Him to appear.
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Today... 'The Glory Of Their Strength
'T'will not be by might nor by power' says the Lord
for this battle will not to be waged with a sword
The victory's been accomplished by My Dear Son
and it's by My Holy Spirit that it is won.
As the Glory of their Strength I will be their song
and they shall rejoice in My name all the day long
There in the light of My countenance they will walk
and of the Holy One of Israel men shall talk
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Today... 'Faithful and True
Faithful and True on a white horse You now ride
bursting from heaven as its doors open wide.
With justice You war against the enemy.
They've no way to escape and nowhere to flee.
Not on a donkey as in Jerusalem that day
but on a white horse You gallop on Your way.
Our Bastion of Truth rides in majesty.
The ruler of God's creation sets us free.
Eyes of flashing fire and with diadems crowned.
'Word of God' Your great name in heaven renowned.
Out of Your mouth comes a sharp two edgéd sword.
You are Faithful and True and the Living Word.
The armies of heaven follow in Your wake
to judge all the nations that Your law forsake.
Until all Your foes are vanquished from Your sight.
As through faith in You Grace and Truth we unite.
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Today... 'Glory
Images or idols can never replace
our great God of wondrous Glory and Grace.
How can we forget the Lord of Heaven
Who suffered that we might be forgiven?
Come, join now with me in singing His praise
and let us our heavenly anthem raise
with the harmony of worship and of love
to our Glorious Lord Who reigns above.
Glory and all Glory everlasting be
To Christ Jesus Who gave His life for me.
I sing praise to my Lord of Glory
as I tell salvations wondrous story.
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Thunder Sword
Man did not fear man
But the hero fear death of hero
By the dangerous thunder sword
Thro his shine sword and bright eyes
That bends all head of tree with arm
Oh, thou spirit of thunder,
No sword no spear in his palm
But his hand sharp more than sword
And it killed more than fire
No man can face and defeat
Thro his molest fire of his mouth
The lightning echo on sky bewilder heart
And thunderbolts annoyed with mirror of man
Which no man can harm on earth.
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poem by Olugbenga Ayoola.O
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He Entered Into Battle With A Blunt Edged Sword
He entered into battle with a blunt edged sword,
But he did not know quite why.
His sword selection was done without motive,
To battle and kill his fellow man.
So subconsciously he picked out this sword.
This sword not of this world, not out to cut to bleed.
But this innocent man didn't wish to realize,
What prize he would pay.
In midst of this battle, recieving the swiftest,
Blows from his enemy,
This soldier just kept getting hurt.
Five, six and seven more blows made him hit back,
This soldier proudly used his blunt sword,
Till his nemesis bearing a razor sharp one,
Came along and challenged the already fallen one,
Who gave a swift plunge into his enemy's heart.
But the enemy did not stagger or fall.
Neither did the soldier with the blunt sword.
This soldier's enemy left the battleground,
When he saw that the one with the blunt sword,
Knew all along the possibility of his death.
Still he fought, so he himself could die,
Which the other soldier was saddened by that man's stance.
He told that man, 'if we all fought battles with a blunt
sword,
Then we would all truly win,
For the battleground would know no mortality.
He further told him, 'because of you, your side
Truly wins. But so does our.
We love you,
Blunt edged sword soldier man.'
poem by Vera Sidhwa
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Today... 'Glorious Lord
Glorious and majestic is the Lord
Mighty God by Heaven and Earth adored.
Enthroned in Glory and bright light is He
exalted on high for all men to see.
In heaven beholding the wondrous sight
all will tell of His Majesty and Might.
For the Lord Jehovah in His Glory
writes each page of salvations story.
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Today... 'The Creator of the ends of the earth
Do you not know and have you never heard?
that all things were created by His word.
The creator of the ends of the earth
spoke and brought the Universe into birth.
He who never grows tired or is weary
is the very God Who said 'Let there be.'
Of His understanding none can fathom
for such things are beyond our human wisdom.
Though the Lord is an Everlasting God
but in Christ the paths of this earth He trod
and a new creation has now begun
through Jesus Christ His One and Only Son.
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The mighty coward
He was called the king of zanga,
his physique so built he's glaring with danger.
He lost his banter, now frowning with fire
his eyes red and strong, he's glowing with anger.
He found great pleasure in oppressing the weak,
they tremble in fear, for he threatens to kill.
He was seen as a mighty warlord,
for he was good with the sword.
He goes all over impossing fear.
wherever he goes, he lives a sign of death.
His palace is filled with skulls
of those slain by his sword,
and he smiles with bliss after tasting their blood.
But soon after, his rulling days were ended
for he became a coward in the sight of death.
He lost courage at the battle field,
his hands trembling, losing his sword.
His mighty heart had fled,
his terror rage quenched.
He saw a warrior like beast and was scared
trying to run, his head was cut off from his neck.
Now the great terror is no more,
for hiss terror days was ended on the battle field.
The mighty warrioir died a mighty coward,
for his fear got him slain by that warrior like beast.
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Today... 'The Most Excellent of Men
There is no more noble a theme than this of mine
as my tongue sings the praises of this Man Divine.
I shall recite my verses to the King of kings
and of His splendour and majesty my soul sings.
My tongue, the pen of a ready writer records
the great glory of Jesus Christ the Lord of lords.
His lips have been anointed with heavenly grace
for He is Lord and Saviour of the human race.
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Your excellence is my great inspiration
and your life fills me with such admiration.
You're so beautiful beyond all description
a person of character and distinction.
There is no one to compare with You my Lord?
For You are the only True and Living Word.
No one in heaven can remotely compare
to my mighty Saviour or His Glory share.
Majestic and Glorious in Holiness.
Radiant in the splendour of Righteousness.
Beautiful beyond human comprehension.
Is God the Fathers' Only Belovéd Son.
The fairest of all men and most beautiful.
Worthy to be worshipped and adored by all.
You reign supremely from Your heavenly throne
as You claim all the victory for your own.
Without beginning and without any end.
The Only Son of God and the Sinners Friend.
Wonderful Counsellor and The Mighty God.
To bear our sins up Calvary's hill You trod.
The only Way the Truth and the Life are You.
Nobody else could do the things that You do.
Shout it from the mountains and in the towns tell.
In You we see the fullness of the Godhead dwell.
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Sword Of Mine
The Sword that I carry
Though made not of iron or steel,
It is a mighty sword
That I proudly do so wield.
Though it wont break the skin
Or combat the weapons of a foe
But this is a mighty sword of mine
More precious than silver or gold.
This sword that I carry
I proudly display it in my hand,
For I know this sword of mine
Is greater, than any other mans.
It comforts me when I am tired
It will warm me when I am cold
It will lie down beside of me
To protect, and strengthen my soul.
The sword that I hold
Is tattered, and so very worn
It has been a friend along side of me,
In the sunshine and many storms.
It has shown me a path to follow
And has lit the road that I walk,
And those nights when I was alone and scared
Then to me, I could hear it talk.
The sword that I wield
Though may be different, in shape or size,
But it is the same sword
Which for years has cushioned the souls cry.
It has been here since the dawn of time
And will be here when the great walls fall,
And then when all men of war and hate reflect,
My sword, will be the mightiest sword of all.
Randy L. McClave
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Today... 'Rabboni
'Why do you look for Jesus amongst the dead'
These were the words the angels to Mary said
Later in the garden she heard You call her name
Then turning around 'Rabboni' was her refrain
The voice she thought she'd never hear again
Came speaking from the grave so clear and plain
There before her in glorious resurrection victory
Stood her Lord, untouchable but alive was He
You're alive! From the dead You have risen
and to You all the power and glory is given
You have risen in the power of an endless life
from the grave in glorious victory over strife
The gates of death You have burst open wide
Setting free all of the prisoners locked inside
'Oh grave you no longer have any hold on me'
Your sting is removed for Jesus holds the key
Death is vanquished and sins powers ceased
Now Satan is defeated and its captives released
Your victory over sin destroyed all of its powers
You have conquered death that final foe of ours.
Raboni, my master, my God and my Lord
Your victory and glory the heavens applaud.
Victor over Satan, Death and the Grave
and risen with power and mighty to save.
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An Anthem To Freedom
Were you there when Jesus bled
Before the cross, in sins were dead
By your hand in Christ were led
On to victory
Now's the day and now's the hour
Stand with Christ and stand in power
He's our Rock and strong High Tower
We're free from slavery
So will you come and fight the fight
March in the day and not the night
We will send them all to flight
This will be our day
Free men march and free men die
And all proclaim our God on high
His glory fills the earth and sky
Come Lord soon we pray
In glorious majesty He reigns
He's broken all our wretched chains
On Calvary He took our pains
And death has lost its sting
Now Jesus come and take your place
We lift our eyes, we see your face
Our enemies we now give chase
We serve our glorious King
No longer slaves and dead in sin
New life arises from within
We sing to you a glorious hymn
Of joy and victory
We have arisen from the dead
And follow you who died and bled
And rose victoriously and said
No more slavery
Come now my children, come and see
You once were chained but now are free
Free to live and reign with me
Its time to wield the sword
Its the final day, the final hour
Rain down thy presence, a glorious shower
Its not by might nor any power
But by My Spirit says the Lord
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Today... 'The Everlasting King
The Everlasting King He shall be
all glorious in His Majesty.
Heaven and earth His praise applauds
The King of kings and Lord of lords
Tremble all the earth before the Lord
For He is the true and living God
Come, gather before His throne and bring
Your praise to the Everlasting King.
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Today... 'Christ the Lord
In David's town the promised Saviour came
Christ the Lord was His name
The Counsellor and Almighty God lay
A Babe in Bethlehem's cradle that day.
Angels in heaven his glory declare
Local shepherds came to worship Him there
Eastern wise men followed His natal star
And travelled to see Him from lands afar.
Words of Isaiah that prophet of old
Of His glory and virgin birth foretold
'To us a child is born Who is the Lord
Wonderful Counsellor and Mighty God'
This wondrous child of God in whom we see
The fullness of the Godhead bodily
Is none other than Jesus Christ the Lord
The promised Saviour foretold in Gods Word
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Not Peace But A Sword
On the scene came Christ The Lord, not with peace but with a sword.
The sword was The Word of Truth, and to many it became a reproof.
To many hearts Truth would come, to acknowledge God’s Only Son.
But many just wouldn’t believe, and The Truth they would not receive.
For many tradition plays a part, following old ways that sway the heart.
Christ came with the New Covenant, fulfilling the Word prophets sent.
But many men would only dispute, Christ’s teaching on Eternal Truth.
His teaching would have men opposed, to others in their own homes.
A father would oppose his own son, about Christ Jesus being the One,
Who was sent from God above, sent to demonstrate His Father’s Love.
A man’s daughter would cause strife, as she too would oppose his wife.
She also would contest the life, which men would found through Christ.
Truth alone as one’s ultimate source, was for many the dividing force.
Many would turn away from Christ, while they embrace this earthly life.
While others would find true unity, through Christ’s teaching on Eternity.
And Jesus is The Prince of Peace, whose Eternal reign will never cease.
Today He reigns in the heart of men, who through faith are Born Again.
Born Again through The Spirit above, who by faith receive God’s Love.
And today if you embrace your sin, you too, will stand opposed to Him.
But you don’t have to fear the sword, if you will accept Christ as Lord.
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Today... 'The Father of Glory
The angelic hosts behold the wondrous sight
of their glorious God surrounded in light.
Reigning on high as the Lord of history
enthroned in heaven, the Father of Glory.
For He's the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ
Who offered His life in perfect sacrifice
that we may have the Spirit of Revelation
the knowledge and blessings of His Salvation.
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Today... 'Almighty God'.
Jehovah is the Almighty God in heaven
is worthy to be worshipped and feared by all men.
Creator of the great heavens and earth is He
and Author of our Salvation and destiny.
From everlasting to everlasting reigning from high
All Knowing He watches with His all seeing eye.
For there is no place that His presence is not known
this all powerful God sat upon heavens throne.
Seated in the heavens and surrounded in light
unapproachable by sons of ignorance and night.
Majestic in holiness, glorious in grace
no man can stand before Him or look on His face.
Mighty angels surround Him and sing out His praise
with their songs of worship His Omnipotence raise.
Great God of Love and Longsuffering towards men
His Goodness and Mercy descending from heaven.
He is Faithful and Just and also Impartial
and to the human mind Incomprehensible.
This Jealous and Wise God His Truth displays.
Immutable and unchanging in all His ways.
His pure Righteousness and Infinite nature
is worshipped by every heavenly creature.
Transcendent from creation and Self existent
Is the Sovereign Lord God the Omnipotent.
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Today... 'The Arm Of The Lord
Your mighty holy arm has been laid bare
the salvation of the Lord to declare
and all the ends of the earth can now see
the great mercy that God has shown to me.
From the cross the Lord reaches out to man
for it was part of Gods salvation plan
to embrace all the world in His great love
with His arms outstretched in redeeming love.
Strong in battle and mighty is the Lord.
Nations tremble in great fear at His word.
For the Arm of the Lord has been revealed
and to Christ the powers of this world shall yield.
The Arm of the Lord frees from slavery
and has redeemed me from captivity.
It was not too short that it could not save
but reached out to me from beyond the grave.
And Your right arm embraces me in love
stretching from the heavenly throne above.
Underneath is Your everlasting arm
saving me from danger and all harm.
Held securely in the arms of the Lord
and trusting the promises of His Word.
'I'll never let you go', I hear You say
as arm in arm we walk along life's way.
I rest in the embrace of Christ my Lord
secure in the promises of His word.
Knowing that whatever happens to me
underneath the Arms of the Lord shall be.
Nothing is too hard for the Lord to do
only unbelief stops Him blessing you.
Come and feel the affection of His love
as He reaches down from heaven above.
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Today... 'The Captain of the Lord's hosts
When to Joshua You first appeared
Worshipping You he trembled and feared
For he was standing on Holy ground
And the shoes from his feet he unbound.
No enemy on earth or in hell
can withstand Your power or prevail
Satan and his minions take flight.
and flee with great trembling from the fight.
Over death You've won the victory
receiving all the honour and glory
The Captain of the Lord's Hosts arose
and conquered Satan and all His foes.
When I stand on the holiest ground
and there in Your presence I am found
'My Lord and my God' I will declare
and remove my shoes as I stand there.
With my face turned to the ground in fright
lost in wonder at my Captains sight
Then as Your comforting word I hear
it will removes all my guilt and fear.
The Captain of the Lord's hosts has died
To make me His own was crucified
Then in mighty power He arose
winning victory over His foes
Great Captain of the Angel armies
when You advance the enemy flees
No foe can withstand The Captains might
and Satan is banished from His sight
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Today... 'The Brightness Of The Father's Glory
The light of the knowledge of the glory of God
can be seen in the face of Jesus Christ my Lord.
The exact representation of His being
is shown when the Spirit enlightens our seeing.
At the right hand of the Majesty in heaven
to Him all the power and glory is given.
For the fullness of the Godhead dwells in the Lord
Who sustains all things by the power of His word.
The shekinah glory of God comes shining through
as the beauty of Jesus Christ comes into view.
And the knowledge of the Glory of God we see
The head of all power and principality.
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