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Lord, teach my hands to war! No, not conventional warfare. I hate killing. Lord, teach me how to overcome enemies of Cross. Yes, teach me to stand with bravery, with boldness, with intestinal fortitude, with discipline, with HONOR against forces of evil this day.
Lord teach my hands to war. Lord when my hands are slack due to weariness—teach them to war, lifted up. Lord when my hands refrain from helping widows and orphans—teach my hands to touch them again with your touch. Lord when my hands lie dormant from prayer less hours—teach me to fold them in prayer.
Rejoice, O my soul! The light brigade is hand lifted up to praise you and to help my fellowman. The light brigade is trained hand, prayer hands, for Calvary’s sake. Teach me Lord to charge lines of darkness with power of light. Teach me to stand against wrongs and injustice of evil for good of my neighbor. Teach me Lord through poets of old to take heart and hold line like soldiers and Captains before me.
“My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is anchor’s safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip, victor ship, comes in with object won; Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! But I with mournful tread, Walk deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. Walt Whitman
Keep faith captains. Stay line until enemy falls. Justice is prevailing in Christ Jesus!
Pastor T. dash
Pastors a small church in Broken Arrow, OK. Retired police officer with the city of Tulsa. Military veteran of the United States Navy. Father of three grown children.