Surrounded

When foes assail and pursue
And the query comes to you:
“Master, How shall we do?”
Open my eyes that I may see
Heavenly Hosts surrounding me.
Take away the dark’ning veil.
Christ doth reign and shall prevail.

There is an unseen world,
Just beyond the shadows:
Where there is unfurled;
Vistas of the Lord’s sweet meadows.

Encamping round about
On mountain or highest hill:
Heavenly Hosts are seeking
Determined to do our Father’s will
Now those that are for us
Are more than those against us.
Sustaining is a mighty throng;
With whom we’ll sing the Victor’s song.

(See II Ki. 6:15-161)
The author dedicates this poem to President George W. Bush.