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INTERCESSORS





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BY Ola Vincent omotade

What powers do they have to watch?
Sprinkling sweats from skinny Porch,
Burning all their souls like white candles
So that others might live sweet and fine.
Never living the life of self,  selfless
Living the lives of others, endless
Yet communing on hills and mountains
Never considering venoms from mosquitoes.
Groaning with hearts crying for lives,
Waiting to see change caused on lives
So,  intercessors don't have time for themselves
Cos they spend every all the days of thier lives  for others.


To you gallant soldiers of Christ,
You who give your lives so others may live
Who stay awake that others may sleep

Who guard that others may be safe
You who protect the innocents of the earth
Who do your work in honesty and commitment

Who are called upon in times of trouble
You who break forces of evil
And fight for the cause of justice

You who work under rain and sun
Who leave your families and friends behind
And wander afar to restore order

You who spill your blood in selfless service
You whose services cannot be quantified
A million thanks for all you do

May the owner of human lives
Protect you own lives
And stay awake when you sleep
And guard you to safety when in danger
And make you pure and innocent of heart
And reward your honest commitments

And save you in times of troubles
And shield you from the fangs of evil
And shade you in harmful conditions

And bring you safely back from all your travels
And gift you with length of days
That we may eat of the tree of your labour

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