Poetry

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Song of Battle.

The arrows streak their flame.
a bad attack of guilt and shame.
Opening the treasures of my defence,
His loving Word my only chance,
Of surviving the fiery weather.

"Do, don't, eat, abstain, go or stay."
Is what those graceless attackers say.
Scornfully throwing their hate around.
My many sins sizzling at their sound.
Surrounding me with their sin's misery.

Now one grabs me cruelly by the throat,
my sins mocking me a scornful gloat.
"How can you still trust in God's grace,
When I rub all this dirt in your face?"
He demands in a nasty accuser's tone.

In humble voice I lowly bow my head.
Lord You heard what they just said,
yet who can charge those You elect?
Faith in Your sacrifice makes perfect.
So let Your grace and love do battle.

Instantly His sword streaks its flame.
His Word attacks my enemies once again.
His graceful loving truth fells all.
In the fire of His mercy they fall,
Their accusations perished His grace.

For Jesus is victorious over my sin.
Eternal life our Lord for me did win.
Praises to Him from my heart swells.
For His Spirit of grace in me dwells.
All glory belongs to The Lamb of God!

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