This morning in south-central Pennsylvania, the gray attempts to block the rising sun . . .
The heavy gray lifts up its shield
To block the rising light.
I watch and wonder who will win,
The daytime or the night?
And in this battle can I see
A combat that is higher?
Of clashing swords of kings and lords,
The Truth against The Liar?
Or does this gray reflect to us
Our hearts that are not right?
Dear hearts that hesitate between
The choice of dark or light?
I see another gray surround
The suffering of One
One stabbed and punched and pierced and pained,
Fighting for the Sun.
And now that risen Daystar shines
In hearts that cheer for light,
And in the glory of the cross,
In robes of shining white
We ride beside the King of Kings
Arrayed with shield and sword
And cast that dragon down to bow
To Jesus Christ the Lord!
So do not let your heart feel sad
When gray erects its shield.
We take the power of the cross
Into the battlefield.
The Valley of Decision fills
With souls so dark and gray,
But we hold high the cross of Christ
So they can see The Way—
The Way to God, The Way to Truth,
The Way to peace within,
The way out of the Valley of Decision
That they’re in.
And when that final soul comes to
Receive the Christ as Lord
The trumpet of our God will sound—
We’ll put away the sword!
And caught up to the skies with Him
We’ll be part of His-story,
When the Captain of Salvation
Brings His many sons to glory!