Daughters of Destiny

Long before the present battle

There was prophesied a day

Tinkling words, impov'rished prattle

Itching ears to hearts would sway.

In that day of broken marriage.

Femininity's demise,

Ladies lost their life and carriage.

All were "smart," but none were wise.

Rose up Mistress Amazonia

Warring women lead with mirth.

Most forgot the Pauline proverb,

"She'll be saved through childbirth."

Off to war went the daughters.

Left behind the men and babes.

Noble womanhood was slaughtered.

Craving freedom, became slaves.

Rise up Hannah - listen, here it!

Maidenhood's the royal throne,

Of those women, true of spirit,

Loving heaven, hearth, and home.

Rise up Hannah - others follow.

You will not proceed alone

And the victory's not hollow

When the truth is set in stone.

From the ashes of a culture

That knew God, but now knows none

Generations rose to prosper,

Forged by light from His true Son.

Taught at home, but raised for warfare,

Not the steel and fleshy kind,

But the battle that is more fair,

When the Spirit girds the mind.

Now there stands a breed of woman

Strong of mind and content of heart.

Cherishing the ancient virtues,

And from them will not depart:

Love of truth, and love of mother;

Purity; the Word of God;

Holiness to one another,

Homes to build, and keep, and laud.

Rise up Hannah - here's God's token,

That your youth has passed the test.

Three-fold strands will not be broken.

In thy sisters' friendship rest.

Rise up Hannah - happy sister.

Sarah's friend, Rebecca's love,

Sisters three, your God has given

Tender hearts knit from above.

Stand they now this generation

Birthed by hearts which turned to home;

Fathers who have changed direction

Mothers who no longer roam.

And the future is a bright one,

If to vision you will cleave

And will not trade God's truth for some

Mess of pottage known as ease.

Prepare to hear the heathen grumble,

Steel yourself to their complaint

Cynics moan and basely mumble

Gnash their teeth, but they will faint.

They will faint, and will not follow

For you tread the narrow road.

And in it's tread will chew and swallow

Selfish seeds unjustly sewn.

In the end, the Lord will vanquish

Vanquish them, but vindicate

All who love Christ's ancient order

And enter in the narrow gate.

Rise up Hannah - faithful daughter.

Onward Maiden to the quest.

You who called your mother blessed,

Someday shall in kind be blessed.

Rise up Hannah - to your station!

Daughter fair of destiny.

Light the path for generations.

Raise the torch of liberty.

Douglas W. Phillips

Verses of Virtue