Praise in All Things

Let us praise the Lord our God!
Let us sing joyful songs and praise him!
Praise him with wonder for his love,
praise him in all circumstances!

When your friends are close, rejoice and give praise,
for by them God shows his love.
When they are distant, rejoice and give praise,
for in our solitude God is there.

When you are loved, rejoice and give praise,
for God is a giver of beautiful gifts.
When you are despised, rejoice and give praise,
for you follow the footsteps of your Savior.

When you are at peace, rejoice and give praise,
the Holy Spirit dwells in your heart.
When you are troubled in soul, rejoice and give praise,
it is in times of trial that God carries us.

When you are protected, rejoice and give praise,
for God's love has preserved you.
When you are tempted, rejoice and give praise,
His power is made perfect in weakness.

When you are joyful, rejoice and give praise,
the Lord has touched you with his boundless joy.
When you are suffering, rejoice and give praise,
for He has let you share His cross.

When you are consoled, rejoice and give praise,
the Lord shares His Spirit with you.
When you are desolate, rejoice and give praise,
for He urges you in growth towards Him.

In all things, my brethren, let us praise the Lord!
Let us sing the praise of our mighty God!
For all things he has ordered for our good,
his actions are all just and praiseworthy!

Battle Comes

Clamoring, baying come the foes
their faces with sickening light aglow,
an evil tempest of pointed spears.
Fell the light within their eyes,
dark their form like thunderous skies,
embodiments of death and fear.

Bring forth thy challenge, dim-witted fools!
I'll see your lust for battle quickly cools!
Death waits for you neath my blade!
Though like a gathering storm you o'er me loom,
I warn you that you march unto your doom!
For this fight, this trial my arms were made!

In your lust for blood, your bitter haste,
that wantonly drives you onward, laying waste,
a dire foe there is that you have failed to see.
And though you charge in hoards unnumbered,
I raise his horn to lips and his fierce cry thunder.
In my right arm his strength shall ever be.

And when we meet in arms bitter contest,
then shall thy heads be cleaved and pierced thy breast.
Like wine that runs from press your blood will flow!
And when at last you know defeat, that bitter taste,
despair then in your loss and death's embrace!
For you have thrown yourself against too great a foe!

My sword in eagerness for blood is singing,
the call to battle in my breast is ringing!
Of your body's nectar my sword shall drinketh deep!
Yea, hear the snarling of my blade in thirst,
it longs to drink the blood of evil, the accursed!
To you will it gladly bring eternal sleep!

Charge me then, come evil ones to me!
Know when we come to face it's death you see!
My mood is stern and my temper fey!
Within my heart and eyes a fire shows it's light,
that speaketh of my Lord's unfathomed might!
With his strength in me I'll win the day!