Battle Lines
They are the enemies of God
Therefore my enemies
Satan’s Dark Angels
The same Dark Angel who twists that barb in my flesh
Spinning the symptoms of my condition to a new intensity
Working the desire of my heart away from God
Towards a more selfish craving
For healing – my own solution
Ease – I would run from all of this
But God stands by me
He knows me well
He longs to provide all I need to overcome
He stays with me wooing my heart
Return to Him
Standing upon a broad greensward
I see the battle lines drawn
Troops gathered for the fight
I see banners of the enemy camp clearly
I see their intent
I see how they are all puffed up
Goliath Fear their strongest ally
On the other side, my side,
Amassed troops of the Angel Armies
Almighty God at the helm
His Light covers me
All that are His are strong
All that are His are true
Their banners held highest
Victory already emblazoned across them all
Their Valiant song the Battle Cry stirring my Soul
I cannot sup triumphant at the banquet
If I do not take my place upon the Battleground
The scared child within would cleave to ‘Gentle Jesus, meek and mild’
But spirit mature recognises
God is Powerful
He can be Gritty, Formidable
As His own He expects me to toughen up
What does it matter if my armour is heavy?
Or my flesh sore and weak
Spiritual Battles are being fought here
Battles, the result of which, reach far across Eternity
Yes I stand here
Ready for the next broadside
I AM Saves me
I am
Surprised to be loved in such a way
Inspired by Psalm 18
Words and Pictures
© Denise Stanford 2010
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