"Before the land began to breathe, before the mountains touched the sky
your voice was calling out my name across the ages passing by.
No star was born, no sea unveiled yet still you knew my every tear.
You formed my soul with Holy fire and whispered "Child, I hold you near."
Before the world began, you had already shaped my destiny.
You carried all my days within the scroll of your eternity.
No shadow stands, no fear remains.
You knew me, before the world began.
"Before the land began to breathe, before the mountains touched the sky
your voice was calling out my name across the ages passing by.
No star was born, no sea unveiled yet still you knew my every tear.
You formed my soul with Holy fire and whispered "Child, I hold you near."
Before the world began, you had already shaped my destiny.
You carried all my days within the scroll of your eternity.
No shadow stands, no fear remains.
You knew me, before the world began.
You saw the battles I would face, the nights I tremble weak and mourn.
You marked my path with unseen light long before the dawn was born.
Your hands prepared the strength I need. Your breath would guide me through the flame.
And every victory I will see flows from the power of your name.
Before the world began, you had already shaped my destiny.
You carried all my days within the scroll of your eternity.
No shadow stands, no fear remains.
You knew me, before the world began.
When storms rise like 100 armies, when the night tries to claim my soul
I stand upon the truth unshaken. Your ancient promise makes me whole.
For time itself bows down before you and kingdoms rise and fall in vain.
But you remain unchanged forever, the one who called my hidden name.
Before the world began, you held my life within your sovereign plan.
And when the final dawn arrives, I'll rise and walk where angels stand.
Forever known, forever loved, you loved me
before the world began."
SGT Daniel Turner
Priory of St. Michael the Archangel
Fides Et Veritas
Lately I've been meditating on Jesus the moment of his death at the cross. I imagine his spirit leaving his body and walking to the temple and tearing the thick curtain with bloody hands. As I get older my perspectives change and im growing a new reverence for the Lord.
CAA Daniel Turner
Priory of St Michael the Archangel
Fides Et Veritas
CAA Scott Scoggan
Priory of St Sebastian
Acta non Verba