Sunday, July 5, 2009

Ethelwyn Wetherald

My orders are to fight;
This if I bleed, or fail,
Or strongly win, what matters it?
God only doth prevail.
The servant craveth naught
Except to serve with might.
I was not told to win or lose --
My orders are to fight.
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  1. eunicegJuly 6, 2009 at 10:28 AM

    You must be reading Tullian Tchividjian's "Unfashionable".
    Glad you're bloggin'. Look forward to the reads. (You might aughta spellcheck "Fragrence")

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