Stand! Have your loins girt in readiness,

the battle poses to ravish you to nothingness!

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Where is your helmet, your breastplate, O' Celestial?

your wrestling weapons, your doubtless faith?

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Adversaries roar, mouths for devouring ready

An enemy is, without the eyelashes of mercy.

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I did have my bitter share of resting, of sitting;

of waiting, lazing, of hoping, of snoring...

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Wake, you, from this stumbling slumber!

Let your sight blink in alertness, be sober!

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Life is a field of endless war,

with humans ready to bite you sore;

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Your lamp at stake, darkness abounds,

ready to chase light into extinction -- to blindness.

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Be ready, keep your wholeness above...

Climb the mountains of holiness alone.

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An enemy can have a change of heart;

a friend, can cast injurious firebrands.

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But there goes a friend closer than a brother,

with the God of Celestial, you're as ready as ever.

Poem written by Odusanya Deborah (Delahgt)






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