Surrounding me stands a wall.
Demon forces in full armor,
With spear and sword, glare at my flesh
Searching for my exposed body in which to plunge their blades.
Weapons, rusty and jagged, are marked;
Etched with the names of my ancestors and my sins.
Legion’s eye is on me.
He desires to use me, make me one of his own, or destroy me while trying.
Some days, I wake to the wailing and moaning
Of the forces aligned against me.
Some days, I charge, and they run.
Other times, I call, “Who is with me?” I hear nothing but the sound of fear.
On those days, I weep, I bleed,
Forgetting what my Father has taught me;
Forgetting who I am in Him.
Still, He cleans my wounds, repairs my armor, and restores me for another battle.
I am a Warrior,
My soul is marked for all time.
It is my place, my duty; it is my calling.
I cannot die, for in Him is immortality; thus, my only choice is to win or lose the day.
When I remember my Captain, my King,
When my spirit cries out, “Who is with me?”
I must only draw my sword;
And His entire army charges for me, separating bone from marrow, driving the wretched back to hell.
This is victory: remembering Him each day.
Not in my power, but in His.
In Him, there is no fear.
Warrior, cry out in your spirit and draw your sword, for your Father is for you, and who then dare come against?
Win the day and celebrate.
Give thanks and praise and dance naked before your Lord;
You are of Him, a member of His court, His child.
He is All, and YOU BELONG TO HIM.
—Christopher Holder
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