The Battle
The Battle
Guilt still lingers…heavy hearts still sigh…a sobbing soul still cries…
What else needs to be done?
What else needs to be confessed?
Demons mocking our flesh…sin overshadowing us…a dreary fog encompassing our bodies…
Is the battle over?
Have we lost the war?
Laying on the filthy ground…naked…bruised…torn…covered in mud…covered in filth
What use would it serve for me to rise?
To stand before all ashamed and guilty…
As I lay I hear the shots being fired overhead…the screams of men and women as they are fighting…
I open up my blurry and foggy eyes and lift my head up enough just to see what is around me
There is a battle going on…a war to be won…
The enemy is strong…girded with spiky armor…drenched in fiery red blood…steamy and hot…
My naked body is twisted and mangled…I use every once of my strength to observe what is around me…
There are men and woman fighting against these demons…yet they come in three forms…
Men and women who are fully armored, with helmet, breastplate, and shield…
They strike down the demons with skill and strength…defeating hundreds of demons…
There are men and women with simply a helmet…taking blows to the chest, legs and arms…bringing them to their knees and causing them to fight from the ground…barely keeping them from being overtaken by the demons…some have nothing but a shield…allowing them to be knocked in the head, making them fall and lay still unconscious…many have nothing but a breastplate…having their head vulnerable and making their hands serve as a shield…
Then there are men and women who have nothing on at all but skim…
I watch with tears in my eyes as I see a man, young and healthy
Step into the battlefield
His eyes fill with terror as the demons encompass around him
Engulfing his entire being…he falls…dead…
My heart beats faster as my ears are filled with screams and sounds of artillery
I watch as one by one, men and women who were naked, fall dead to the ground…
I watch as one by one, men and women with just a little armor, keep getting wounded and hurt…
I watch as one by one, as fully armored men and women
Kill hundreds of demons and desperately try to protect their wounded comrades…
I realized now…that I should have been girded fully with armor
Before stepping into the battlefield…
Why am I still alive?
Why can I still move?
All these other naked men and women were killed instantly…
Why not I?
I look around me with new determination…
Yet the bullets flying above my head would kill me instantly if I tried to rise…
“I want to fight” I whispered
my feeble voice was heard…the breath I uttered reached Someone’s ears…
an armored solider caught me eye…
an armored solider saw my potential…
an armored solider sensed my determination…
an armored solider decided to give me another shot…
He lifted his shield as I rose to my feet
He blocked every bullet…ever arrow…every spear…as I ran with all my strength…
I ran to a helmet…to a shield…and to a breastplate…left by others who once fought this battle…
I girded myself up and began slaying demons with a renewed strength…a renewed faith…a renewed righteousness…a renewed salvation…
Guilt can be stripped away…heavy hearts now lifted…tears wiped from my soul…
There is much to be done…
All has been confessed…
The demons shatter…the Son has chased the shadow of sin away…the fog clears…
The battle is not over…
Yet the war is already won…
Up from the filthy ground…restored…refreshed…strengthened…armored…
Covered in Love…covered in Grace…
He called for me to Arise…
I am arisen…
And ready to fight the battle…
Guilt still lingers…heavy hearts still sigh…a sobbing soul still cries…
What else needs to be done?
What else needs to be confessed?
Demons mocking our flesh…sin overshadowing us…a dreary fog encompassing our bodies…
Is the battle over?
Have we lost the war?
Laying on the filthy ground…naked…bruised…torn…covered in mud…covered in filth
What use would it serve for me to rise?
To stand before all ashamed and guilty…
As I lay I hear the shots being fired overhead…the screams of men and women as they are fighting…
I open up my blurry and foggy eyes and lift my head up enough just to see what is around me
There is a battle going on…a war to be won…
The enemy is strong…girded with spiky armor…drenched in fiery red blood…steamy and hot…
My naked body is twisted and mangled…I use every once of my strength to observe what is around me…
There are men and woman fighting against these demons…yet they come in three forms…
Men and women who are fully armored, with helmet, breastplate, and shield…
They strike down the demons with skill and strength…defeating hundreds of demons…
There are men and women with simply a helmet…taking blows to the chest, legs and arms…bringing them to their knees and causing them to fight from the ground…barely keeping them from being overtaken by the demons…some have nothing but a shield…allowing them to be knocked in the head, making them fall and lay still unconscious…many have nothing but a breastplate…having their head vulnerable and making their hands serve as a shield…
Then there are men and women who have nothing on at all but skim…
I watch with tears in my eyes as I see a man, young and healthy
Step into the battlefield
His eyes fill with terror as the demons encompass around him
Engulfing his entire being…he falls…dead…
My heart beats faster as my ears are filled with screams and sounds of artillery
I watch as one by one, men and women who were naked, fall dead to the ground…
I watch as one by one, men and women with just a little armor, keep getting wounded and hurt…
I watch as one by one, as fully armored men and women
Kill hundreds of demons and desperately try to protect their wounded comrades…
I realized now…that I should have been girded fully with armor
Before stepping into the battlefield…
Why am I still alive?
Why can I still move?
All these other naked men and women were killed instantly…
Why not I?
I look around me with new determination…
Yet the bullets flying above my head would kill me instantly if I tried to rise…
“I want to fight” I whispered
my feeble voice was heard…the breath I uttered reached Someone’s ears…
an armored solider caught me eye…
an armored solider saw my potential…
an armored solider sensed my determination…
an armored solider decided to give me another shot…
He lifted his shield as I rose to my feet
He blocked every bullet…ever arrow…every spear…as I ran with all my strength…
I ran to a helmet…to a shield…and to a breastplate…left by others who once fought this battle…
I girded myself up and began slaying demons with a renewed strength…a renewed faith…a renewed righteousness…a renewed salvation…
Guilt can be stripped away…heavy hearts now lifted…tears wiped from my soul…
There is much to be done…
All has been confessed…
The demons shatter…the Son has chased the shadow of sin away…the fog clears…
The battle is not over…
Yet the war is already won…
Up from the filthy ground…restored…refreshed…strengthened…armored…
Covered in Love…covered in Grace…
He called for me to Arise…
I am arisen…
And ready to fight the battle…
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