Helmet Of Salvation

I-t's a perilous world, 
R-ugged wind makes one fret; 
I-n the road of danger, 
S-tart wearing your
H-elmet.

O-n Wednesday March fifteenth, 
T-ricks of the enemies abound; 
A-llow not your faith to fade, 
B-ecause the Savior is around.
L-et the whole armor of God be taken up with conviction; 
E-ven if the path is well-paved, wear the helmet of salvation.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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