THE LORD’S SOLDIERS

Let virtues be my watchmen at the gate
To dangers of my vices early spy,
That I may at the last escape the fate
Of those on earth who fall for Satan’s lie.
May I surrender to the Lord of Hosts,
Whose soldiers are those virtues in my heart,
And I will never of my own strength boast
For I know virtues are His to impart.
On world outside the gate my virtues gaze
And see beyond our sin, redemption there,
As Spirit blows away the Devil’s haze,
Reveals the earth is heaven’s portal here.
May virtues always here His soldier’s be
To take me with Him to eternity.