Ghosts in the Wilderness

 

We are the shadows that stalk the land,
The hunters unseen, with weathered hands.

Outgunned, out-manned, yet hearts of stone,
With God as our shield, we fight alone.

Through forests dense and valleys wide,
We move with the wind, where spirits stride.

No fortress walls, no banners high,
Just whispered prayers beneath the sky.

We scout the trails where giants tread,
Mark their steps, and stay ahead
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A silent force, a fleeting breath,
We bring the storm, we deal in death.

Not for glory, not for fame,
But for God who calls our name.

Each step a choice, each strike a vow,
To stand unbroken, right here, right now.

Our weapons are few, our gear is worn,
But faith sustains where men are torn.

With eyes that see beyond the veil,
We trust in Him who will not fail.

The enemy brims with power and pride,
Yet we endure, we bide, we hide.

A spark can burn their towering might,
A faithful few can claim the night.

We are the thorns in the tyrant’s eye,
The rebels who refuse to die.

Each ambush strikes like heaven’s wrath,
A cleansing fire upon their path.

So let them come with all their steel,
Their earthly power, their twisted zeal.

For in the wild, God's will is clear,
The smallest stone can break the spear.

We are the ghosts who rise and fight,
The shepherds armed with heaven’s light.

Guerrilla souls, His kingdom’s shield,
On faith alone, we take the field.