“Then he said to them: “nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom. There will be great earthquakes, famines, and pestilences in various places, and fearful events and great signs from heaven. “But before all this, they will lay hands on you and persecute you. They will deliver you to synagogues and prisons, and you will be brought before kings and governors, and all on account of my name. This will result in your being witnesses to them. But make up your mind not to worry beforehand how you will defend yourselves. For I will give you words and wisdom that none of your adversaries will be able to resist or contradict. You will be betrayed even by parents, brothers, relatives, and friends, and they will put some of you to death. All men will hate you because of me. But not a hair of your head will perish. By standing firm you will gain life.”-Luke 21:10-19
This Darkest Hour
History is filled with the bodies,
Victims to a battle that was wrong.
Once scorning mans power-driven wars,
Now I adorn the armor of God,
Amidst the sound of terrors song.
Mournful cries announce one final war.
Called to fight in this darkest hour,
I pledged myself, yet the tears still flow.
Here stands your bride, your humble servant,
A soldier shaken by fears power.
Ive seen a father slain by his son,
A daughter denounced by her mother.
Vengeful words flung from husband to wife.
Those who once called each other dear friend
Now lift up their swords toward each other.
Im clad in righteousness, clothed in truth,
Awaiting your prophesied return.
My heart is willing, my body weak.
Its only faith that keeps me standing
As this broken world begins to burn.