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 © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2017
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