Mighty Swords
MIGHTY SWORDS
As I listen to the drumming rain and smell the cold air through the window
Thunder rattles the skies.
I am safe under the shelter of the wings of my Almighty Father
His Son beside me, His Holy Spirit surrounding me.
Cocooned in His love and warmth.
Lightning divides the sky
As mighty Angels do battle for just one soul.
YOURS
The rain pours as Jesus weeps for His lost bride.
Window panes shudder as forces unseen rage!
Death is concurred but souls must still be saved.
My Jesus. My Saviour, my soul is Yours
Help me in this unseen battle of
Mighty Swords.
Amen
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