Mighty Warrior
Who am I, one person in so many,
That God hears me when I call?
So many billions
Still, He hears one voice
Out of them all.
Sea of soul, some great, some mighty, some small,
Who am I that He hears me when I call?
I am a Mighty Warrior
Who goes boldly before the throne of God.
I array myself with the Holy Armor,
Awaiting the battle call!
Armed with the breastplate of righteousness,
I girt my loins with the truth I wear.
I put on the helmet of salvation,
The blood-bought covering of God.
Walking in the path of light,
I bind my feet in the gospel of peace.
My shield in my left hand, up high I hold,
As evil comes against me, my faith is bold.
My sword in my right hand, as His Spirit befalls,
One with God standing straight and tall.
That’s who I am, A Mighty Warrior
Who He hears, when I call.
Copyright © Diana Hill | Year Posted 2008
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