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Monday, March 28, 2011

The Daughter of Destiny

As a home-schooler I have the opportunity of being able to chose some of my homework. Hurray! 
Last week my teacher (also known as my older sister) gave me the assignment of finding and memorizing a poem- I found this in a book called "Verses of Virtue."  It is rather lengthy but it is also full of beautiful concepts and ideas that are completely worth the work:

Long before the present battle
There was prophesied a day
Tinkling words, impov'rished prattle
Itching ears to hearts would sway.

In that day of broken marriage.
Femininity's demise,
Ladies lost their life and carriage.
All were "smart," but none were wise.

Rose up Mistress Amazonia
Warring women lead with mirth.
Most forgot the Pauline proverb,
"She'll be saved through childbirth."

Off to war went the daughters.
Left behind the men and babes.
Noble womanhood was slaughtered.
Craving freedom, became slaves.

Rise up Hannah - listen, here it!
Maidenhood's the royal throne,
Of those women, true of spirit,
Loving heaven, hearth, and home.

Rise up Hannah - others follow.
You will not proceed alone
And the victory's not hollow
When the truth is set in stone.

From the ashes of a culture
That knew God, but now knows none
Generations rose to prosper,
Forged by light from His true Son.

Taught at home, but raised for warfare,
Not the steel and fleshy kind,
But the battle that is more fair,
When the Spirit girds the mind.

Now there stands a breed of woman
Strong of mind and content of heart.
Cherishing the ancient virtues,
And from them will not depart:

Love of truth, and love of mother;
Purity; the Word of God;
Holiness to one another,
Homes to build, and keep, and laud.

Rise up Hannah - here's God's token,
That your youth has passed the test.
Three-fold strands will not be broken.
In thy sisters' friendship rest.

Rise up Hannah - happy sister.
Sarah's friend, Rebecca's love,
Sisters three, your God has given
Tender hearts knit from above.

Stand they now this generation
Birthed by hearts which turned to home;
Fathers who have changed direction
Mothers who no longer roam.

And the future is a bright one,
If to vision you will cleave
And will not trade God's truth for some
Mess of pottage known as ease.

Prepare to hear the heathen grumble,
Steel yourself to their complaint
Cynics moan and basely mumble
Gnash their teeth, but they will faint.

They will faint, and will not follow
For you tread the narrow road.
And in it's tread will chew and swallow
Selfish seeds unjustly sewn.

In the end, the Lord will vanquish
Vanquish them, but vindicate
All who love Christ's ancient order
And enter in the narrow gate.

Rise up Hannah - faithful daughter.
Onward Maiden to the quest.
You who called your mother blessed,
Someday shall in kind be blessed.

Rise up Hannah - to your station!
Daughter fair of destiny.
Light the path for generations.
Raise the torch of liberty
                                     Douglas W. Phillips

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