Monday, October 20, 2008



G. A. Hudelson

I come to tell you of myself,
A venture not of pride,
But a tale of glory, and of Truth,
To give my children when I’ve died.

I cannot speak highly of myself,
For I would be at a loss for words,
But I shall tell you what is True,
To affirm what you may have heard.

I am a warrior, even now,
Though still within my youth,
A soldier of The Cross,
Fighting for my LORD, Who is The Truth.

I fight a bloody battle, now,
Against the crimson night,
Following my Great King Jesus Christ,
The Leader of The Light

And my children, when you read this,
I want you then to say,
“My father served his LORD The King,
From day to bloody day,

“And he fought many a battle,
So that with him I would sing,
‘Jesus is my Master,
And my father’s LORD my King!’”

And now I stand on the bloody battle field,
That my father for me won,
And remember the splendid and the great
Things that he for King has done,

And I know that our King’s victory,
Has only just begun,
And so I fight, and boldly,
And I fight for you, my son,

That one day you, like me, may stand,
Before our mighty foe,
Stand for your wife and family
That this dark world may know,

That my father served A Greater King,
And for Him I have died,
And now my children, ‘tis your turn,
To fight together, side by side,

And if you stand true, for my King,
Then I shall testify,
If all my life was meaningless-
For that, I’d gladly die!

Wednesday, October 8, 2008


G. A. Hudelson

Isaiah 6:1-3: “I saw the Lord sitting on a throne, lofty and exalted, with the train of His robe filling the temple. Seraphim stood above Him, each having six wings; with two he covered his face, and with two he covered his feet, and with two he flew. And one called out to another and said, ‘Holy, Holy, Holy, is the LORD of hosts, The whole earth is full of His glory.’”

Of all the things that the Seraphim could have said of God accurately- “Gracious, gracious, gracious,” “Loving, loving, loving,” “Merciful, merciful, merciful-” what is it that they cry? “HOLY, HOLY, HOLY.” As if standing in the presence of Almighty God was not enough to overwhelm the senses and bring one to his knees in sheer terror, the cry of the Seraphim slices between body and soul as if they said SINNER, SINNER, SINNER. And there, in the presence of God, we realize how sinful we truly are. And we fall on our face, SINNER, SINNER, SINNER, ringing in our ears, and we beg God to have mercy.

Matthew 7:23: “And then I will declare to them, ‘I never knew you; depart from Me, you who practice lawlessness.’”

“Holy, Holy, Holy, is the LORD of hosts…”

Thursday, October 2, 2008


G. A. Hudelson

It will be a dreadful fight,
This, obvious, looking at the night,
The night which might think that it is right,
But which causes this terrible blight,
For this night puts into dreadful plight,
The spineless men that turn to flight,
And will not stand against the night.

It will be a dreadful fight,
The darkness Justice strangling tight,
Giving all a horrid fright,
The drowning of the Glory-Light,
Causing pain with all its might,
To men who cannot bear the sight,
And will not stand against the night.

It will be a dreadful fight,
If there is perhaps one noble knight,
Who brave will stand beside The Light,
And live and die with all his might,
To Love and Freedom holding tight,
A man who cannot bear the sight,
And proudly stands against the night.

It will be a dreadful fight,
And I shall stand beside The Light,
Though lesser men may turn to flight,
My King commands me not to slight,
The covenant I’ve made with Right,
And I shall die, but I shall fight,
And proudly stand against the night,

And proudly stand against the night.