The Shield

Wed, 04/06/2016 - 18:05 -- hesskir

  I head out to battle today. I may not come back.

          The Enemy is strong.

          The Enemy is deceptive.

 I may never see home.

 

 But remember who fights for me. He who saved.

         The King is Love.

          The King is Hope.

 Hope will never forsake me.

 

 The King leads the army on his white stallion.

 Faith is my sword.

 Trust fights at my right.

 Truth fights at my left.

 

 The Enemy is ahead.

 The Enemy is temptation.

 The Enemy is anger.

 The Enemy is revenge.

 

 My shield is forgiveness.

 The One who gave me my shield, the King, is my Leader.

 

 My hand grows weak,

 My legs grow weary,

 The Enemy looks me in the eye.

 

 Truth runs to my aid,

 I lift my sword.

 

 The Enemy asks who I am,

 The Enemy questions my Faith.

 The Enemy asks how I am worthy to fight for the King.

 

 The Enemy seems to know me, my regrets, my failures, my losses.

 The Enemy reminds me of my brokenness.

 The Enemy judges me unworthy to fight for the King.

 The Enemy tells me to kneel and lay down my sword.

 

 My sword almost fell,

 Then the King rode up and said:

          "Remember the shield."

 

My shield- Forgiveness.

 

 The King Himself gave me forgiveness.

 No matter how broken I am,

 I am mended, I am clean.

I lifted my sword and shield and said to the Enemy:

            "I fight for the One True King and I will not kneel."

 

 The King told the Enemy to leave, and in a quake, he was gone.

 

 Where would I be without My Lord and Savior and the forgiveness He's given me?

 

 

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