I climbed the mountain humming a song, To a favourite spot of mine, But when I reached there something was wrong, a shiver ran down my spine. The sun was out, but the air chilled the bone. The eerie silence of the birds a different story told. I stood there feeling very alone, a strange forboding made my blood run cold. Then all at once came a fearsome roar. From somewhere in the East. It shook me to the very core to see the army led by the beast. A shroud of black covered the land. Over the legions of sin. As they followed the evil hand to a battle they were sure they would win.
There seemed to be a million men in the troops of the dark. More than a million, maybe ten. The fear I felt was stark. They flowed on like a polluted river, destroying everything in their way.
Tho' not cold I began to shiver at the thought of what was going to happen that day. As the dark forces began to loot and plunder, with a blinding flash of light.
There came a sound like the crash of thunder, and the earth trembled at this show of might I looked with awe to the North, with breathlessness to the sky.
Just above the place the battle would be fought, rode the army of the most High. Ahead He rode on a steed of white, His robes spattered with blood. In all His splendour a terrifying sight, as His army rode down like a flood. Written boldly on the thigh of the one who led the army of God. Were the words that proclaimed Him most High. "King of Kings and Lord of Lords". Before it began it was done, the evil ones scattered. Far ahead of the setting sun, the beast captured, his army broken and battered.
And once again God showed He was the only one. D.J. Quinn ( 9/15/1996) | 
