A Battle Hymn

At the sound of a pulsing harp,
let your hearts pulsate the floor.
Crushing inner cloud, collapse
breath retracted, back protracted
knee joints snapped.
Trapped beneath the weight of
everything you lack.
Let your mindslack interact
with the fact that now,
All you have to do is ask.

When the breathing drum breaks
from the beat it was formerly bound:
let your bodies raise.
Shake the quake from your trembling bones
Heat retreating from the feat of fear rising
and fallen.
You slipped, fell upward, now rise.
Partake in the waking of your former unmaking,
Let this bass vibrate you to extricate arms from arms.
Getting louder: disengage, His war is waged.
Loudest now: praise His name!

Quietly the chimes unwind
Unbind hips but fists confined
Refined mind and loose-foot ready to...

CHARGE!

ABOUT: 2 Corinthians 10:4- For the weapons of our warfare are not fleshly, but powerful by God for overturning strongly entrenched things.