Keeping The Watchfire Burning – Surrendered Poetry By Randy Conway

Keeping The Watchfire Burning – Surrendered Poetry By Randy Conway


surrendered-poetry-randy-conwayRandy Conway


The latest presidential election is now history
The results of the people’s voting is to many indeed a mystery
Those longing for a New World Order are making a terrible roar
Employing activist voices crying out for war.

It is indeed a battle and the Christians cannot lay their armor down
The resistance is not sleeping and their voices will not be drowned
A prominent watchman warns it is the time we must saddle for battle
Righteous men must stand, we are the people not the chattel.

Around the nation the watch-fires are burning bright
But the watchmen should not be left alone to face this fight
God is calling all of us to be bearers of the Light
If the watch-fires are extinguished we will be overtaken by the night.

In Arizona a call for Common Sense needs you to feed the Fire
In Pennsylvania there are investigators trying to expose the liars
In Montana there is a fire burning to expose the Unholy See
And another in Montana is leading a church in Liberty.

Out in California a watch-fire needs you to help carry wood
Exposing the Babylon Code that would overtake us if it could.
In the mountains of Idaho a watch-fire burns between the trees
Can you see by its light the coming collapse of our economy?

In North Carolina a black- robed watchman stands in a watch-fire’s glow
Sounding out the gospel of Jesus Christ so that men will know
Know that the Word of God is true and God is on His throne
And rather than help to feed the fire, people are throwing stones.

On the Morning Side of the hills in the Ozark Mountains
A watch-fire has been ignited; its light to all a beacon.
In those same hills is another fire where there is a faithful crew
Dedicated to the Skywatch and the prophetic news.

In Texas a watchman has given his own wealth to build a fire
In Indiana, “are you serious”, there shouts another Godly crier.
So many more that I could tell if time would only permit
Now you must become a part and to God’s call commit.

Perhaps you will remember these words from another difficult time:
I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps
The have builded Him an alter in the evening dews and damps
I have read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps
His day is marching on.

I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel
As ye deal with my contempters so with you my grace shall deal
Let the hero born of woman crush the serpent with His heel
Since my God is marching on.

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat
Oh, be swift, my soul to answer Him be jubilant my feet
Our God is marching on.

Will you stand in the fight? Will you keep the fires burning bright?
Are you prepared to face the test or will you only seek to rest?
The call to march requires that your feet are shod
With the Gospel of Peace that comes only from Almighty God.

By Randy Conway