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Armor


Armor

Ephesians 6:17 

17 And take the Helmet of Salvation and the Sword of the Spirit, which is the Word of God.

 

 

Where does it start ...  how to purify myself?

Is it hunger for righteousness that helps me to be fed?

To be saved by Christ Himself with the food that’s all His own

and to be loved unconditionally ... so all my needs are met.

 

Of sorrow a Godly matter ... in my grieving spirit

in place and time ... selected my God.

Who led me there with a tear to what is called repentance

and wrote on the tables of my heart: “Please forget me not”.

 

Not to be regretted ... salvation in “my reborn heart”

No more worldly sorrow for it only leads back to death.

My polished helmet glitters ... brightly upon a shelf

to be admired for its beauty ... I protect it well.

 

The scars I show on my head ... were received in daily battles.

If I just had worn my helmet ... they could have been prevented.

Victories could have be mine ... instead of sorrow and defeat

but then my dear brother ... my helmet would be dented.

 

Jan Wienen

 

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