Prayer For Victory Poem by Colin Pickett

Prayer For Victory



Fair ye ageless winds
blow on this fateful morn.
And most exalted heaven,
my efforts do not scorn.

I face my foes alone,
my friends have all turned back.
I fear not pain nor death
although my enemies attack.

Oh blessed Lord and Saviour,
thine eyes on me do turn.
Grant me strength and fortitude
and victory may I earn.

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