poem about spiritual battles |
| I'm a spiritual warrior when on my knees, Using my lips to make my decrees. The enemy must be defeated by all means The battle rages with so many scenes My weapons are not physical Because the battle is spiritual. Yet it is fierce just the same. I boldly declare Jesus' name. Then evil makes it deadly move Heaven counters and behooves. Covered by the blood of Christ I avoid the deadly spiritual heist. I use the word of God. Some may find this odd. Better than a two-edged sword, It strikes and cuts the cord. It divides joints and marrow, Accurate as a swift arrow, And discerns the intents of the heart. It hits its target like a fiery dart. Accompanied by the shield of faith, Aids the warriors saving grace. It takes practice and skill to battle in God's will. The Holy Spirit will meet you there To aid you in your warrior's prayer. Notes ▶︎ |