My Shield
Each day I'm learning,
Turning my back on sin. I know this angers
satan when his darts peirce not this soul.
I have a shield that's strong and true,
not even my sin can pierce.
Each day I'm growing,
eating GODS word indeed. The darts that come
are aiming but never strike me out. I have a
shield that's strong and true,
not even my sin can pierce.
Each day I have a hiding place,
ona rock, in a heart, behind my shield.
No dart can reach me in this place
though it may knock me down.
I have a shield that's strong and true,
not even my sin can pierce.
Copyright © Rosemarie Schrock | Year Posted 2005
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