Poetry

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While you were sleeping,
my mighty angels stood guard at your bed,
waiting for divine orders-
for your plan of destiny to be read.

While you were sleeping,
those mighty angels victoriously
battled and fought.
Your blanket was the blood of Jesus.
Your soul had already been bought.

“She is mine.” mocked the enemy.
"She has taken so many wrong turns.
So what she accepted you as Saviour,
her deeds say that she will burn.”

“So what she knelt at an alter once
believing that you were real.
My demons now control her thoughts.
She has accepted another deal.”

While you were still sleeping,
the Son of God appeared in all of His glory.
“Satan, once again, for the record:
this is the final story.”

“She has inherited my salvation,
not by works or deeds,
regardless of the lies that you tell her,
she has been unbound and will serve only me.”

“One day soon my beloved will awaken,
fully knowing the damage that you’ve done.
She will walk in my power and authority
and satan, in my name you are commanded to run!!

©Merry Jo Hooker 12-03

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