ONE FINAL PRAYER by Wild_Card ()
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12th Century. Somewhere near Jaffa, in The Holy Land. A Knights Templar is kneeling in a church. Times are desperate even though The Crusaders have won many a battle.
- Revered Master and Saviour, Jesus Christ of Nazareth. I seeketh thine countenance one last time. Your servant is in great peril. Tomorrow I will face a foe, that vastly outnumbers me in soldiers and horses. In chariots and in swords. Just like the locusts over Egypt when thou did curseth Farao with the plagues or the hordes of Babylon captivating the tribe of Judah. Hearth my cries oh God. My sword is wet by the tears I've shed for thine faith, oh Lord.
I still do trust in you, my Lord. Thou have worketh wonders and miracles before, in times of old. Thou resurrected thine Holy Son out of the Kingdom of Death. Thou hast feedeth the multitudes, when The Israelites crossed the desert on their way to The Promised Land of Kanaan. The land of milk and honey. Thou hath delivered thine prophet Daniel, from the mouth of the lions.
I have fought for your Kingdom, oh revered Lord. I delivered thine Holy City Jerusalem from the hands of the heathen. I have smitten thine enemies and my sword has had many a feasts on heathen blood. But I'm weary of war and my bones are getting old and weak, though I surely still can wield the sword, thanks to thy grace.
I beg of thy mercy, oh divine Saviour and Lord of Lords. I do not stare into the eyes of Death alone, my Lord. Many more lives are in danger. Oh Lord, grant me yet another answered prayer. Grant me one last victory! Let me prove myself on the battlefield one last time. If I die, I will surely not go down alone. Even so, I will just meet you even sooner, face to face, declaring my love for you. So to me that would, nevertheless, be my final victory.
Long live the risen King, Jesus Christ. By thine stripes on the cross of Calvary we are healed. Blessed be thou Mary, the immaculate virgin, who gave birth to our blessed Saviour, unto whom every man will finally bow and confess him as King of Kings and Lord of Lords. Thine is the glory and thine is the victory. Forever and beyond the end of times.