Impartation of the Most High

[lion's torch]

Like a rose in the midst of a desolate wilderness, you are.
Growing, expanding, spreading your fruitful seeds in lands afar.
You acknowledge the Great I am, as he provides you with fertility and grace.
With diligence and understanding, you obtain a mind to flow in this race.

Warrior. Commander. General. Fighter. God’s Wildfire.
You are the demander of peace in the Lion of Judah’s empire.
Fearless, carrying the Sword of Life across this hell-bitten soil.
Demons run, imps corrode due to truth at your manifested toil.

Torch bearer, Protector of frail sheep and obstinate goats of the empty field.
No slumber! No sleep! Watchfulness overflows you, standing on the high seal.
Your warning cry is effecting the stony souls in strange, foreign places.
Jesus the Christ empowers and anoints you in His warm embraces.

Not just a simple human, but a resurrecting King, conquering legion’s beggarly phases.
Soaring higher and laughing at the great deceiver’s worthless mazes.
Waiting on the Lord, renewing your strength, like a majestic eagle you ascend.
By Jehovah’s mercy, your worthy life will never have an end.