The army chant

I once heard the voice of a crowd chanting: “We’re an army without a God." They beat out the words with fervent lips: “Army. Army. Army.” And you could feel the pulse of their vigor, as their souls marched to this haunting call. I wasn’t in this army; I recoiled at their war song; their one boast was their downfall. By eliminating God, they eliminated victory.

I’m in an army of weak soldiers, of misfits, of broken men. We’d never win a war if we were left alone. Yet we’re an army with a God; and the battle is His.