Poetry

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.....And this is the victory that overcomes
the world, even our faith.

I have faith that shines
Victory as the light fom God
power and the victory,
faith that shines
victory I'm a son of God
I can not be defeated

Now is the time to stand-up for heaven
Now is the time, take victory in your hands
You can not be defeated

When the enemy comes with the
gloomy air of darkness
reminding you of past failures,
wafting the putrid smell of rank fear
causing it to drift around your mind
hoping perchance you will accept it
you will let it drift slowly into the
corridors of your mind
until the odourous breath of
the enemy descends like toxic
unto your sure seeds planted
and grown with tender love
and oft bathed with tears of sowing.

But you mighty man of war
Girded with yorn helmet of salvation
and all weapons of war,
resist him valiantly.
Let not the words of freedom depart
from lips made bold by the kiss
of life from the master.
Rather with the sword from thy lips
declare judgement and cause him to flee.

For flee he must, with nothing but the
power of illusion and deception,
for all power, true and real has been
given to you, used for you, held for you.
How then will he face you
O thou mighty man of valour?
You wielding the word of reality
that sword of unparalled swiftness
filled with the very source of life
You strike the utter darkness
with the word of light
and the blade of darkness
shatters in a million uncomprehending pieces

As the anguish and defeat of the enemy fills the air
all you hear is a piercing shout like unto
the cry of the soaring eagle as it soars
high above every storm
it is the shout of a king ringing out
of your victorious heart.

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