I stand exhausted 

I stand exhausted, in this armor of God, 

at my post amid raining mortars.

Helmeted with salvation, Christ-truth 'round my waist, 

listening intently for orders.

Gospel boots stir my aching feet, 

Christ’s righteousness, my heart’s defenses.

Yet circumspectly the conflict rages, 

bitter anguish assails my senses.

He strengthens my left arm, as His shield of faith 

weighs heavier every moment.

He strengthens my right, as the sword of His word 

reproves the popular foment.

We do not war 'gainst men I’m reminded, 

my enemies are not of this earth,

rulers of perdition radicalize the innocent, 

indoctrination begins at birth.

Independence hailed as the puppet monarch, 

self-rule the defended dominion,

Pleasure promoted, and integrity outmoded 

arms fighters with popular opinion.

Anti-Christ generals bark orders of mayhem 

while obscuring themselves in white tents.

They turn brother on brother, daughter against mother, 

anarchy acclaimed as good sense.

I am tired of praise for impudent leaders 

who seek fame by distributing drivel,

with empty prattle they incite to battle 

of a war that is all but civil.

Still stand I exhausted, in this armor of God, 

at my post amid raining mortars.

Helmeted with salvation, Christ-truth 'round my waist, 

listening intently for orders.