Dost thou hear Thy clarion call
Crystal clear loud and tall.
The King He comes
To prod and chaste
Herding all His sheep thru gates.

Shrill is now the clarion blown
Many now refuse it’s close
Warning! Warning!
Time is near!
Deny Him not thy listening ear.

Battle! Battle! Tis coming soon!
Hear Thy trumpets call and swoon
Urgent! Urgent!
Loosed I have!
Fall they will the pride of man.

Grace! Grace! Shall mountains move!
My living stones whose life they lose
Death shall be not any fear
Fearless they will fight and hear.

Gather sheep into Thy pen
Place Thy soldiers, I’ve anointed them
Lock thy arms in one accord
This Clarion Call shall lift Thy sword.

(Shelly Wilson, April 8, 2015)