Michael’s army
Righteous spirits armed with light,
Fighting for free will;
Around them rages combat fierce,
As spirits bound by what they feel
Defend their right to be.
On each side a friend or foe, or one who once was near;
Now enemies – now lost forever, never to be born on earth.
Each spirit child a precious soul –
But some would not believe,
In love and grace, in hope divine,
Or in the Master’s will.
So here we fight, for goodness still, while light around us shines –
The light of hope and of our faith
In He who never fails.
And we will not give up the fight, nor shrink from what we fear;
For we are children of the Light, bound as ever we were
By what we feel and what we know –
In this our strength will be.